Even though Ding Moluo's "Misfortune Manipulator" Control Strings still had Ye Chen's arm tightly bound.
Even though Ding Moluo was certain he had successfully activated the effect of "All-Things Decomposition."
Yet Ye Chen still stood unharmed before Ding Moluo.
Moreover, the square patterns that had previously covered his body receded swiftly, completely, and utterly like the tide.
Ding Moluo stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly as it all happened.
At this very moment, the sight before him was already the strangest, most horrifying scene Ding Moluo had ever witnessed in his life.
His expression froze once more, his spine trembled once more, and his mind collapsed once more.
"Why?"
"My Spirit Art..."
"Didn't work?"
"Clearly, ability patterns had already emerged all over your body."
"Why...?"
"Did they suddenly disappear again?"
Ding Moluo's breathing quickened, his voice quavered, and his face was full of bewilderment and helplessness.
Ye Chen merely smiled faintly at the question.
He rotated his wrist, grasped the Control Strings wrapped around it in reverse, and answered evenly:
"Heh heh, the reason is simple."
"You take one piece apart, and I put ten back."
"When all is said and done, it's only because the spread of your ability can't keep up with the regenerative rate of my body."
Ding Moluo's breath caught, and his mind fell blank once again.
While Ding Moluo remained dazed, Ye Chen calmly raised his other arm.
Rattle—!
Pitch-black blood gushed madly from his palm, rapidly solidifying into a three-meter-long black greatsword.
Then, without changing expression, Ye Chen stepped forward, walking up to Ding Moluo one step at a time. He leisurely raised the greatsword at an angle and swung it at Ding Moluo's torso at an even speed.
It was an attack with neither speed nor technique.
Yet in that instant, the