Ye Chen froze at those words, then slowly turned his head to look at the old man and child behind him, protected within their cocoon of blood.
At the same time, Daigman, Daigrick, and Daigrian each cast their gaze toward Ye Chen.
Those gazes carried many emotions.
Confusion, tension, fear, innocence.
But more than anything, there was dependence.
It was the instinctive dependence of the weak upon light when they were trapped deep in darkness.
Although the Daig Family still did not understand what Ye Chen and Jietisikoki were talking about.
The three of them had gradually come to realize that, at this very moment, Ye Chen was the only light they could see.
The only hope that could grant them salvation.
Ye Chen slowly withdrew his gaze. His expression twisted with struggle, his brows tightly furrowed, and for a moment, he was utterly lost.
Clearly, everything Jietisikoki had done before had been meant to lead Ye Chen, step by step, naturally into this very predicament.
Yet even knowing that deep down, what could Ye Chen do?
Just as Jietisikoki had described earlier, merely killing him once had nearly forced Ye Chen to exhaust every trick at his disposal.
As for the Butcher Hunter's remaining million-plus chances at resurrection, anyone could see that there was no way the Bloodsmith Hunter could take them all from him in his normal state.
The whole thing was nothing but a fool's dream!
At this point, if Ye Chen truly wanted to defeat Jietisikoki, then he could only rely on that strange power within him that could regenerate without end.
But that also meant that, after countless deaths and rebirths, Ye Chen would once again turn into that hideous monster stripped of all humanity.
The malice it possessed, as though it were darkness itself,