A long, long time later.
Ye Chen's eyes finally opened again.
What met his gaze was no longer the withered, skeletal body that had resembled a dried corpse, but a brand-new, powerfully built young body.
Clearly, while Ye Chen had been unconscious, the Abyss's regenerative power had once again perfectly healed his flesh.
The young man silently inspected his restored body, then slowly raised his face to look at the ugly, towering mountain of flesh before him.
At this moment, crimson blood flames still covered the mountain's surface, ceaselessly incinerating everything it possessed.
Yet the mountain of flesh itself no longer swayed, convulsed, or struggled as it had at first. Instead, it stood there like a puppet, silent and unmoving, simply allowing the flames to burn wildly across its body.
It had gone completely quiet not long ago.
At the same time, an eerie sense of fullness spread through Ye Chen's abdomen.
This sensation was exactly the same as when he had slaughtered and then digested those Mad Clowns.
At this point, Ye Chen knew that his act of vengeance had reached its end.
Just like the final fate of all those who suffered Abyssal corruption, Jietisikoki's flesh-and-blood body had now completely become an empty puppet shell devoid of self.
As for the spiritual will that had belonged to the Butcher Hunter—or rather, the Butcher Hunter's true soul—
It had already fallen into the depths of that eternal prison which did not exist in reality.
The torment Ye Chen had personally administered was over.
Next, Jietisikoki's lifelong journey of despair was about to enter an entirely new stage.
And the executioner, the source of that suffering, was about to become the Abyss itself.
Ye Chen no longer needed to take part.
However, logically speaking, at the instant Jietisikoki's soul fell,