Ling Zhan's expression remained utterly unchanged as he watched his attack seemingly have no effect whatsoever.
Before the competition began, Ling Zhan had already looked into detailed information on Agnes, this highly renowned curse warlock from the Blood Hammer Guild.
In fact, it was not just Agnes.
Li Sheng and Zhong Lan of Demonfall.
Ivan and Celia of the Night Whisperers.
Armand of the Dark Church.
The deceased Janet and Alfonso.
And Adis, the still-living Blood Demon.
The evil organizations investigated the contestants' information.
Likewise...
The military legions of every nation had long kept watch over and compiled intelligence on the heirs of these evil organizations.
The only one with no data or intelligence whatsoever was the Dark Church's saintess named Livia.
Mainly because this woman's methods were exceptionally bizarre; no one could even see how she killed her enemies.
At this moment.
Ling Zhan naturally knew that this woman afflicted with the Rotting Curse was impervious to blades and spears.
Even...
True damage would have no effect on her.
Her flesh had completely rotted away, to the point that her HP bar was infinitely close to 0.
Probably no one present knew how to deal with this woman.
But Ling Zhan had long since formed a corresponding plan in his heart.
"Since you gave up your chance to strike first, then it's my turn!"
"Don't worry, I won't kill you so easily. After all, you're the exquisite skin I reserved for myself!"
"I believe that once my rotting flesh presses against your skin, I should regain the beauty that belongs to a woman."
"I'm very much looking forward to it."
After Agnes finished speaking.
She raised her staff again.
Only this time...
She began chanting.
"Great Cthulhu, I humbly borrow the mightiest Warrior under your command!"
"Descend! Giant Devouring