"Ha."
"Ha."
Above the huge cavity, the Xenomorph Emperor, whose entire body seemed to have been hollowed out, struggled to float in midair.
He gasped for breath, his only remaining eye dim and lifeless as he stared at Lin An like a dying man.
From his head down, his originally massive body looked as though it had been sliced diagonally.
His skull had been cut open—or rather, smashed open halfway.
The half of his head exposed to the air, its white brain matter spilling out, looked just like a bowl of steaming tofu pudding.
The other half of his body, already reduced to a mushy mess, looked even more like fish meat still barely connected to itself, hanging diagonally beneath his spine.
It was clear that when facing this sword strike from Lin An, he had done everything possible to avoid his vital points and tried to keep himself from dying.
Perhaps that was fortunate—or perhaps unfortunate.
Under this sword strike, his vitality had been completely drained, leaving only one final breath with which to cling to life.
The tough strands of muscle connected his ruined body, swaying back and forth and looking rather tragic.
In the end, the slender tendons, having lost their vitality and seemingly unable to bear the weight any longer, gave a snap and slowly fell toward the cavity deep inside the planet, which extended for dozens of kilometers.
The aura of near invincibility he had once possessed had completely vanished.
If the current Xenomorph Emperor were thrown onto the road, the passing Mutants would probably only think he was a lump of rotten meat, not their Emperor.
Looking at the Emperor before him, who had only one breath left and could perhaps be killed completely with a casual strike, Lin An silently furrowed his brows,