(But... why?)
(It...)
(Why did it have to emerge at a time like this?)
By the time Ye Chen's heart, in the final moments of his life, gave rise to this bewildered and helpless doubt, square patterns had already spread all the way to the crown of his head.
These patterns were the sign that the ability "All-Things Decomposition" had taken effect.
They were also the devil's claws that had thoroughly shoved the Bloodsmith Hunter into the abyss of death.
And so, the next second, Ye Chen could no longer see anything.
Because his eyes, his face, his limbs and bones, his nerves, his spinal cord and brain—at that very moment, all began to crumble apart, decomposing into tiny cubes that shattered on the spot, completely collapsed, and finally shot violently outward.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG——!
At last, as the sound of flesh and bone breaking rang through the entire underground crater, this long, brutal battle finally came to an end.
The Bloodsmith Hunter had been defeated for no apparent reason, his body exploding as he died.
The Block Clown had won by the narrowest of margins, barely clinging to life.
Its beginning had been unexpected.
Its course had been unexpected.
And its outcome was just as unexpected.
Hundreds upon thousands of neat, square chunks of flesh and bone lay scattered across the ground like toppled building blocks, even their bodily fluids completely frozen within them without a single drop left behind.
These were the Bloodsmith Hunter's remains.
And also the Block Clown's spoils of war.
After witnessing this scene with his own eyes from across the river, Ding Moluo immediately collapsed onto the ground in relief.
And the Misfortune Manipulator had finally endured its earlier overloaded operation. It fell heavily beside Ding Moluo, instantly losing all its energetic