The Curse Spirit had no intention of killing Ji Yang outright, and soon released him.
Ji Yang gasped for breath, his eyes bloodshot as he sprawled gracelessly across the ground. Veins bulged along his neck, forehead, and temples.
"Why... is this happening..."
It took Ji Yang a while to recover. His divine soul had suffered only the slightest injury, yet the entire ordeal had been excruciating, and he had been completely unable to resist!
It left him utterly baffled.
He had never cared much about his heart.
It was just a heart. Even if every organ in his body were taken from him, he would not die. At worst, it would hurt a little.
As long as his divine soul remained intact, he would not die!
At his level, restoring a physical body was a matter of minutes.
A Divine Emperor might need to employ certain methods or consume some heavenly treasures to restore their body.
But once one reached the Great Emperor realm, there was no such concern. One could directly condense a physical body from energy!
Now that Ji Yang's power was sealed, he could not heal his injuries or grow himself a new heart, but he would not die.
What he could not understand was why the Curse Spirit could inflict such indescribable torment upon him merely through one of his hearts.
"Fuck! My divine soul!"
Ji Yang glanced at his divine soul and could not help cursing aloud.
Black, sinister curse inscriptions covered it everywhere.
His scalp went numb at the sight. Only then did he finally understand what had happened.
His divine soul had been tampered with!
"Then, descendant of the Sea King, can you tell us everything you know about the Death Barrier?" Mo Sen narrowed his eyes, danger gleaming in his expression.
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