Arriving fashionably late, Ian spared no praise as he scanned Fangsheng's completely intact left chest, clicking his tongue in wonder. He had also thought this knight was dead, which was why he had teamed up with Lilizet to snatch that scroll, hoping to use it to kill or severely injure the Witch of Blood. He never expected that the man was not dead at all, but alive and kicking without the slightest sign of weakness.
Such a terrifying capacity for resurrection—that Great Demon was truly magnanimous, truly a deity as broad-minded as the Goddess of Radiance. Ian sighed with emotion, while involuntarily thinking of his own deity compared to those two... well, never mind...
Beneath his helmet, Fangsheng curled his lips. One only knows the truth about oneself; if he hadn't continuously swallowed three high-grade potions right there on that ribbon of light, he probably wouldn't even have survived. After all, a human body was still too weak. Other injuries might have been manageable, but having his heart pierced meant he could only flutter about for a little longer. As for having his head chopped off, that was even less possible, unless he could materialize his Blessing of Undying.
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