Feeling the souls inside him rapidly disappearing, and his mind growing unstable along with them, the Seam God was horrified. He hurried to charge over and stop their savage actions.
But the moment he moved, he realized that over a dozen opponents were guarding the way ahead, leaving him no route he could break through quickly.
The Seam God instantly understood: this was a defensive formation they had deliberately arranged!
Their earlier attacks had looked like desperate assaults, but in reality, the enemy had been preparing for this moment all along.
That was why those people had never scattered, maintaining a formation that could switch to defense at any moment throughout the battle. Their goal was to form a protective ring the instant the curse connected, leaving him unable to intervene.
Put simply, everything they had done earlier had been an act, meant to divert his attention so he would not notice the curse gradually taking shape.
Only now, with the curse fully formed, had he finally noticed, but it was already too late. One of his arms had become their "hostage."
By attacking his cursed arm, they could indirectly destroy the souls in his main body.
And this rate of soul loss...
Sensing the situation inside him, the Seam God paled. Only a dozen or so seconds had passed, yet he had already lost over 30% of his souls.
That actually far exceeded the souls contained in one arm, but there was nothing he could do. The souls were connected. Unless he stopped them, they really could use that single arm to wear him down until he died!
The question was, how could he stop them?
Charge over and destroy the Scarecrow?
Impossible. After putting on such a long act and spending so much time setting this up, they