The head that had rolled to the ground moved its lips. "So it really is a rule-type item..."
The Female Drought Demon's hand-blade did not slow. It easily sliced open the headless body's chest. Its dark-golden skin was tough as iron, yet beneath her palm, it was as soft as tofu.
Golden blood splashed over her pale hand, erupting with a crackle like cold water hitting hot oil.
The Female Drought Demon clenched her fingers and crushed the heart.
Her other hand formed a blade as well. Just as she was about to pierce the young Day Wanderer's chest and tear the body apart with both hands, a corpse puppet rose from beneath the distant steps. It raised its double-barreled shotgun and pulled the trigger at the Female Drought Demon.
Bang!
A blinding flash burst from the muzzle. The bullet struck the Female Drought Demon in the chest the instant it left the barrel, blasting two bloody holes into her as roaring flames engulfed her.
The explosive force sent the Female Drought Demon stumbling back several steps.
Zhang Yuanqing seized the chance to flee while clutching his head. Once he was some distance away, he placed it back onto his neck, holding it in place with one hand while taking out an injector with the other and injecting a tube of Life Source Fluid into his abdomen.
His neck bones reconnected on their own, and the blood vessels linked to his heart extended outward. Flesh buds emerged first, then rapidly swelled into a fresh, tender-red heart that began to beat.
Zhang Yuanqing had long known that he would face a decapitation ordeal. Before opening the bronze coffin, he had used the Turtle Shell Diagram to view the dangers he would encounter over the next fifteen minutes. To his shock, he