After a long while, A body whose skin had been completely destroyed, covered in countless wounds of varying depths, slapped onto the ground with a smack.
Black Whale, with only half a breath left, struggled to open his eyes and stared blankly through excruciating pain at everything within his field of vision.
The outcome he had feared most had still happened.
Not only had his ascension to godhood failed, but he himself had also fallen into a near-death state, beyond saving.
But why had things turned out like this?
Everything had clearly still been under control before!
Though he had been at a disadvantage, his escape route had not yet been cut off.
Even if he could not kill Ao Zhan and seize his divine spark, Black Whale could still preserve his strength, flee far away, and wait for another chance to make a comeback!
But why?
Why had he now become a lump of rotten flesh?
"...Why... exactly...?"
Black Whale forced out incoherent sounds from his throat, his eyes filled with confusion and unwillingness.
But in the very next second, a slowly writhing tentacle was suddenly reflected in his gradually widening pupils.
Black Whale: "?!"
Under his terrified gaze, that familiar yet unfamiliar figure slowly sat up from the ground and looked around in slight confusion.
Her puzzled question was like a judge's hammer, striking Black Whale's will—already on the verge of collapse—without mercy!
"Xiao Erfu, it's only an arm and a leg. Why are you crying like this?"
"What? You're saying you cried because you were sad that I died?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't I perfectly alive?"
Black Whale was completely dumbfounded.
Matilda was alive?
Matilda, the God's Chosen One who had died in the battle for godhood, was alive!
How the hell was that