Overclocked Talent

Immortality did not mean immunity to pain.

It actually hurt terribly—enough to make a grown man roll on the ground and howl.

But Di Shikun's will was harder than steel. There was only a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, while his expression remained utterly unchanged.

Unfortunately, it was useless. His bone spear struck the flesh, yet still could not pierce it in the slightest.

Next, he gripped the bone spear and crazily hammered at that chunk of flesh, intending to break its defenses by attacking a single point at high frequency. Instead, the bone spear in his hand suddenly snapped. The broken edge even stabbed into his palm, tearing away a large strip of skin as blood gushed forth.

"Hehehehe, hahahahaha!"

Di Shikun looked at his hand, then at the completely undamaged flesh, and suddenly let out a string of strange laughter.

Meanwhile, in another passage, Sa frowned at Owl again and asked, "Brother Owl, did you really not hear any laughter?"

"Was there?" Owl listened carefully, but heard nothing at all.

But this was already the second time Sa had heard laughter. He believed she had not heard wrongly.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's inspect the remaining passages first, then come back and take another look."

"Mm." Sa had no objection.

The two continued onward, while Di Shikun no longer obsessed over eating the flesh. He turned around, twisting his body as he happily headed back.

The reason he laughed was simple: he had discovered that flesh and blood could become this powerful. Since this monster's flesh could do it, then his own flesh probably could as well. Naturally, he was delighted.

Afterward, all three urgently explored the passages, almost perfectly missing one another without ever meeting.

Owl and Sa explored the passages one