In the sky, a disgusting evil spirit resembling a flying insect—its entire body dry and shriveled, layers of flaky skin piled atop one another, its arms transformed into wings—was already diving down from directly above him.
This newly ascended Marrow Eater swung his axe down once more!
The flying-insect evil spirit was chopped cleanly in half at the waist and fell to the ground with a smack.
Yet what flowed from its severed midsection in the air was not filthy blood, but dry, powdery dust!
The powder drifted down on the wind and scattered across his body.
"Ahhh—! Itchy! So itchy, so itchy!"
He groaned in discomfort and could not stop himself from scratching his body.
In an instant, he scratched bloody streaks all over himself. His skin had never been this fragile before.
But now, it was like jelly.
Yet that did nothing to relieve the itch!
The powder from the evil spirit's body around his skin, upon coming into contact with the bloody scratches, seemed to come alive and burrowed into his body through the wounds!
Itchy!
The itch rapidly spread from his flesh to his bones!
He scratched all over his body, tearing strips of flesh away, but it was completely useless.
"So itchy. So itchy, I can't take it anymore! It's itching me to death!" Veins bulged across his face, which twisted with ferocity.
Squelch!
It sounded as though someone had accidentally grabbed hold of a rotten piece of fruit.
The Marrow Eater's hand suddenly clenched, digging straight into his own flesh!
He had even clawed at his shoulder blade and collarbone, his finger joints wedged into the collarbone.
He was far too strong, while his flesh had become soft and mushy beneath the powder, unable to withstand his scratching at all!
However, the powder seemed