"What?!"
Iron Mask subconsciously looked down, shock filling his eyes.
Only then did he belatedly feel the agonizing pain of being cut in half at the waist.
"Blood Magic: Blood Net!"
Worthy of being the leader among the employees, Iron Mask immediately launched a desperate counterattack after recovering from his shock.
The blood flowing from both his upper and lower body was drawn by magic power, transforming into a dense blood net that descended upon Liu Zheng.
The threads woven from blood were harder than steel wire with the reinforcement of magic power, and they possessed an extremely powerful corrosive effect on flesh.
Once caught in it, even an elephant would instantly turn into a pile of bloody minced meat.
Liu Zheng's response was simple. He turned the Cleaver sideways and spun it like a windmill.
The blood threads, harder than steel wire, were no different from strands of hair before True Damage. They were effortlessly shredded and turned into bloody water that dripped to the ground.
Even the few that slipped through and splashed onto Liu Zheng merely corroded pits of varying sizes into his skin.
That might have counted as a minor injury to others, but to him, it did not even qualify as a scratch. It was more like skincare.
"Your life's pretty damn tough. You're almost catching up to me."
Liu Zheng looked at the scabbed wounds on Iron Mask's body.
It would have been one thing if the upper half had scabbed over, but even the severed lower half had scabbed over. If the pieces were put together, they could probably fuse back into one body.
"You can't kill me! If you kill me, you'll become enemies with the entire Nosferatu Clan!"
Sensing death drawing near, Iron Mask shouted in panic.
To prove his words,