"Let... me... go..."
"Let... me go!!!"
At the end of the fork, with nowhere left to retreat, the heart frantically lashed out with its final tentacle.
Voices, male and female, sharp and shrill, pieced together words of supplication. In the dark, deathly silent cavern, it was as though countless vengeful spirits were wailing.
Trapped inside the sealed cavern, the football-field-sized chamber had already been flooded with blood. At this moment, the Nightmare Heart resembled an octopus struggling in a sea of blood. The final tentacle Lin An had severed in the middle had also withered into a gray-white husk from massive blood loss.
From a distance, the heart pressed against the rock wall looked like a pile of rotting meat, a pale heart on the verge of decay.
In the sea of blood, each lash of the heart was weaker than the last. The blood it splashed up dripped from the tentacle and melted away, sticky as leftover natto.
Its aura had weakened to the extreme. The heart, which had originally throbbed with immense force, could now only twitch and tremble. With all its tentacles severed, it was like meat on a chopping board, completely powerless to stop that monster from approaching.
"Splish—splash."
His footsteps stirred ripples in the tide of blood.
Holding the long sword with its tip lowered, Lin An trudged over one difficult step at a time through the viscous blood.
The thick, fishy stench of blood rushed into his nostrils. For a moment, Lin An could not even tell whether he was breathing air or filthy blood.
Compared to the Nightmare Heart, his condition was no better. After using the Conversion Core countless times, he was like a machine overloaded to its absolute limit. Both his body and mind were nearly on the verge of collapse.