Zatwen was covered in wounds, many of them exposing stark white bones. Even with his repeatedly enhanced Zombie constitution, he had suffered considerable injuries under that barrage.
Edward, meanwhile, had consumed more than half his spirituality.
Zatwen stared venomously at Edward, the fury within him fully ignited.
"I want you dead!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just then, jets of flame soared into the sky in the direction of the warehouse, clustering around the largest, most conspicuous bloom near the center, dreamlike and brilliant.
Klein and the others had finished their kill and were using the gunpowder they had buried beforehand to perform a Magician's spectacular exit.
Edward grinned. "The official Beyonders will be here any moment. Are you sure you still want to fight?"
Zatwen's face darkened. He knew his opponent certainly did not possess the strength of a Half-God, yet somehow, through some method or Sealed Artifact, he had recorded various Half-God abilities. He had even specifically countered the Marauder glove that normally never failed him.
If they kept fighting like this, there really was no telling how things would turn out.
But if he retreated empty-handed after losing three subordinates, wouldn't he become a laughingstock?
A vicious look suddenly flashed in his eyes. His black glove lit up again, and he stared fixedly at Edward as his form changed once more-Source of Curses again.
Edward immediately used a second Emperor's New Clothes. "Amplify, self-harm is prohibited here."
But Zatwen's hand still plunged into his own heart!
Almost simultaneously, cracks appeared across The Emperor's New Clothes, and pain slowly crept into Edward's heart.
Zatwen had actually ignored the prohibition against self-harm?!
No!
He hadn't ignored the prohibition.
He had completed the self-harm before the prohibition took effect.
Edward immediately realized: He just stole my time?!
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