At this, Jietisikoki narrowed his eyes and grinned.
His pale teeth seemed like the end of an ice cavern.
The upturned corners of his mouth looked like the wrinkles of a devil.
"That's right."
"Every sentence, every word you said was entirely correct."
"It seems my 'degree of evil' has once again utterly shattered your imagination~"
Ferocious green veins, like a writhing nest of snakes, crawled across Ye Chen's forehead, once again making his reason keenly feel the oppression of rage.
"The undead hunters and knights who can fight for you are one thing."
"But you refuse to let go even of the souls of these tens of thousands of ordinary people."
"Why do you do this?"
"Can the souls of these common folk bring you some kind of benefit as well?"
"Or are you... simply... doing it... for... entertainment?"
Jietisikoki's smile became even more radiant.
"At this point, whatever answer I give probably makes no difference to you, does it?"
The young man lowered his head and fell silent, then replied in a hoarse voice:
"That's true."
As his words fell, the blood vessels all across the Bloodsmith Hunter's body burst in unison like water pipes.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As unremarkable liquid blood sprayed outward in a collective burst, Ye Chen became a crimson blood-soaked figure in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, calm down, young man."
Jietisikoki looked at Ye Chen and teased him with utter composure.
"Even if you sit there without moving either hand or foot, merely controlling your blood to attack me still requires 'physical movement.'"
"No matter how slight that action is, as long as you do something beyond the bounds of mortals, your body will collapse under the effects of 'Blood Touch, Mortal Flesh.'"
"Even if you are not an ability user who