(Good heavens.)
Facing a situation that had reversed in the blink of an eye, Jietisikoki defended and moved at the same time, his face darkening as he reflected inwardly.
(I originally thought this brat had been so enraged by me that he had completely lost his reason.)
(Yet, the truth is the complete opposite.)
(His mind is still calm, his thinking remains clear. He has already fully grasped the basic applications of my spatial divine power. He has always understood exactly how to use his current conditions to inflict the greatest possible oppression and damage upon me.)
(This Ye Chen is truly terrifying!)
(Even setting aside that exceedingly bizarre body of his, this fearless, sharp, and resolute mind alone is enough to call him a monster!)
(Any trace of contempt toward this boy will be magnified without limit by him, until one is left to reap what one has sown!)
(Looking at it now, Ding Moluo, your defeat truly was not unjust!)
At that thought, the corner of Jietisikoki's mouth beneath his skeletal mask curved slightly upward.
(However, the ways I can use my blood go far beyond a single suit of armor.)
The next second, Jietisikoki's body, which had been taking blow after blow, abruptly bent over and contracted amid violent tremors.
At the same time, the "Blood Weak Armor" enveloping Jietisikoki from head to toe erupted with a dense, glaring crimson glow.
"Blood Torture Karma."
As Jietisikoki's inner voice fell, the murky red bloodlight rapidly gathering over the surface of the "Blood Weak Armor" immediately formed a spherical barrier around him. Then, at a rate of expansion nearly explosive in its speed, it spread, expanded, and swept outward in every direction!
Whoosh------------------!
Surging and roiling, vast and turbulent, impossible to stop!
Under this brutal and terrifying wide-area offensive,