Something strange?
An utterly unfamiliar noun that should not have existed.
Yet when it reached Chen Fan's ears, it felt as though something had exploded inside his brain, setting off waves of violent roaring.
It was something strange!
Inside his chest, his breathing and heartbeat echoed together.
Combined with the roaring in his head, it left him dizzy and faintly nauseous.
He did not know why merely hearing the pronunciation of that word had provoked such a strong reaction.
Chen Ke seemed not to notice his abnormality. Or perhaps he had noticed, but since it had nothing to do with him, he did not care.
"That's right."
Chen Ke clenched his fingers fiercely.
Splat!
The struggling bird was crushed into a pile of mangled flesh.
But that was far from death.
As servants of "gods," they possessed immortality. Other than those blessed by gods, almost nothing could harm them.
The minced flesh slipped through Chen Ke's fingers.
Chen Fan had wanted to say it was useless. Doing this would only offend the god behind the Death Bird and bring down that god's curse and punishment.
But then—
As the chunks of flesh trembled, attempting to gather back together—
A cold smile curled across Chen Ke's lips.
"Strange things are strange things. Even if they are servants, there is no difference. They spread corruption all the same, and they are equally ugly."
Some sort of power seemed to emerge in Chen Ke's hand.
The moment it appeared, it began eroding the Death Bird's flesh.
It let out a shrill, agonized scream.
It made Chen Fan's already dizzy mind even more unbearable.
Then Chen Fan involuntarily opened his mouth wide, staring in shock.
As he watched the Death Bird slowly die in Chen Ke's hand.
Chen Ke completely erased the last trace