Today, I'm Tearing This Place Down

The moment that thought flashed through Illumi's mind, the shadow of death had already engulfed him.

Just then, a sudden rush sounded by his feet.

The Holy Son, who had been about to deliver a fatal blow, halted. On the altar, the Pope, who had just raised his arm, also froze.

Illumi looked down. The blood moved as though it were alive, first wrapping around his ankles before swiftly climbing up his calves.

His first instinct was to dodge.

But his body was suppressed by the Pope's bizarre Nen, slowing his movements by more than a beat.

In an instant, the blood had covered his arms, shoulders, and the wounds on his chest carved open by the Black Crystal Surgical Knife.

The next second, warmth spread through him.

His wounds were healing.

The severed tendons seemed to be forcibly pulled back into place by countless invisible hands. The dizziness caused by blood loss vanished in an instant. Even that nauseating force that had invaded his Nen pathways and kept gnawing away at his aura seemed to be blocked off and purified by something even more domineering.

He tried moving.

It was smooth—so smooth that an unprecedented sense of relief nearly made him let out a soft, blissful moan.

Illumi fell silent for two seconds, a faint flush appearing on his face before he finally raised a hand to press his earpiece.

"Milluki."

A burst of noisy music and panting came through the earpiece first, followed by Milluki's explosive voice.

"Bro! You're still alive?!"

"What is Bai Zhu's ability?" Illumi asked bluntly.

The other end went quiet for a moment. Then Milluki replied in an extremely complicated tone:

"I'd like to know too."

Illumi did not press further. He lowered his gaze and watched as the blood continued to stream into