Pfft!
The spear pierced Isis through the chest and emerged from her back, impaling her straight through.
Fang Cheng froze, then realized in an instant that she was killing herself.
A big shot who acted without restraint even in the real world, how could Isis be willing to entertain Izanae like a performing monkey?
So she had decisively chosen death.
Of course, simply stabbing her heart wouldn't really kill Isis. She had chosen this way to end her brief life.
Fang Cheng, caught between two big shots, was still reeling when Isis took the opportunity to spread her arms and wrap them around him.
"What exactly are you after?"
Fang Cheng wanted to squeeze in a few more questions before she breathed her last.
Isis rested her chin on Fang Cheng's shoulder, her red lips exhaling a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. "Obviously, to merge with you and ascend the throne of immortality."
Fang Cheng asked curiously, "This merging you're talking about—is it legitimate?"
Isis seemed used to Fang Cheng's leaps in logic.
Smiling, she said something utterly baffling: "The defeated become flesh and blood; the victor becomes the king's vanguard. We are all Mother's children. One day, you'll understand."
Fang Cheng asked in confusion, "What do you mean? What's going on with your mother?"
Isis didn't answer. Her voice gradually weakened. "Take my power. Consider it a gift from me. I hope that when you meet my true self, you can give her a surprise."
As soon as she finished speaking, Isis's entire body turned into fine grains like sand and drifted away on the wind.
Fang Cheng reached out and grabbed, but all he caught was a handful of fine sand, which quickly slipped through his fingers.
At the same time, a familiar surge of warmth flowed through his fingers