His power was so abundant, yet a feeling of weakness had already spread through his nerves.
It was said that the Emanators of the Memory Path were especially skilled at extracting others' memetic essence, turning people into pale puppets. Or they could forcibly stuff all the information of an entire civilization, an entire sea of stars, into an individual's mind, causing the target to drown in endless information and die...
Would he die like this?
His memories and personality were being overwritten by the memories and pain brought by the shattered-eggs curse.
At last, fear rose in Hoolay's heart.
He suddenly raised his head. Through the seawater, he could see countless insects sacrificing themselves toward him without hesitation, reconstructing that venomous curse...
It was not fear of death, but fear of humiliation.
He absolutely could not die here, absolutely not!!!!
How could he die at the hands of livestock?!!!
In such a ridiculous way?!!
He had to die beneath the blade of someone stronger. The strong devouring the weak was the only truth in this universe!!!
He had to break free!!!
This could not continue!!!!
He had to fight that bastard!!
He had to battle that damned dragon until his very last drop of blood shone away!
If he died, he would revive within Zaofu's body, lead the wolf pack to raise the War Banner, and reclaim everything he had lost!!
Either he would die fighting the strong, or die on the road of a charge!!!
He would accept no other kind of death.
He howled wildly at the sky, but at that moment, an arm that had turned into a wolf's claw pierced through his chest. Flesh continuously melted away, while countless bones and tentacles surged through his blood vessels, turning into chains that dragged him downward!
"Who?!!!"
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