Clone

Had he won?

Sensing the target break apart under the bombardment and the tentacles that had been attacking him nonstop suddenly fall still, he finally brought Mirror Macefield to a halt.

The Elder Evil's insides were riddled with pits where holy water had flowed, scorched black by fire, and marked by lightning.

The mass of flesh that had been writhing without pause went still. Its tentacles drooped limply like strands of kelp hanging from a rack.

"This Elder Evil was much weaker than I expected... Maybe it was because it was a wounded larva. But my abilities countered it, too."

"If a demigod without Fragarach, the Sword of Vengeance, or the ability to attack minds and souls directly had entered this thing's body, they'd probably be dead by now."

"Oh, right. Macefield and that adventurer..."

Jiang Hao suddenly remembered there should have been two other people here. He turned and saw Macefield lying on the ground, already a corpse slowly growing cold.

The adventurer had somehow turned into a puddle of green slime, leaving only his face intact.

Macefield must have had his soul secretly eaten by the Crawling Walker while I was fighting it... Jiang Hao inferred this from the absence of any trace of a soul in Macefield's corpse.

People of the Otherworld had souls. After death, most souls entered the Underworld within seven days, where divine emissaries decided whether they would go to the gods' Divine Kingdoms as petitioners, be reincarnated as celestial beings on Sevenfold Heavenly Mountain, or remain in the Underworld as undead.

A small number of sinful souls fell into the Abyss and Hell and were reincarnated as demons or devils.

But if a soul was devoured or destroyed, it vanished forever.

*What happened to this adventurer, though? How did he turn into green