At the very instant his arm flew off in a spray of blood, the Bloodsmith Hunter's chest tore open without warning.
Crack, crack, crack.
Pale white ribs pierced out through his shredded clothes.
Then, the young man's organs shattered and split like foam. His mouth opened slightly, and bright red blood immediately gushed forth like a freshly dug spring.
"Puh—ugh!"
Just like that, the Bloodsmith Hunter's body instantly lost all strength, and his movements ground to a halt amidst shock and pain.
(What... happened?)
Ye Chen wondered in disbelief.
And when he raised his bloodstained face again—
Jietisikoki had already come to a steady halt before him.
His upturned head peered down at Ye Chen from behind the skull mask at point-blank range.
At that moment, Jietisikoki's gaze was full of mockery, smugness, and scorn, as though he were jeering at Ye Chen:
"Hehehe, didn't see that coming, did you, young man?"
"Give you the slightest edge, and you immediately start pushing your luck."
"Playing the pig to eat the tiger was never your privilege alone."
"When a favorable situation like this suddenly gets turned completely on its head—"
"Reality always starts to feel so illusory, doesn't it?"
Then, Jietisikoki whipped his long arm out, and the Life-Stealing Cleaver, blazing with dark red bloodlight, swept horizontally at Ye Chen's torso!
Ye Chen's eyes tightened. He instinctively raised his remaining arm and forcibly drove the chaotic blood around his wounds, instantly gathering it into a crimson blood shield before himself!
However, before the Life-Stealing Cleaver coated in the Butcher's blood, any defense was as fragile as tissue paper—nothing more than an empty shell!
The sharp cleaver carved a blinding streak of blood through the air, effortlessly split open the blood shield, then passed over the young man's waist without slowing in