Unaware that someone was watching his live broadcast, Leon suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. His forehead throbbed with veins, and sweat poured profusely from his body.
Seeing the gray mist giant stagger after being punched by Leon, Leon, who usually liked to press his advantage, held back from throwing another punch for the first time. Instead, he staggered to his feet, grabbed the stunned Snow Maiden, and ran.
After staggering a few steps, the Snow Maiden, who thought Leon would be immediately taken down, looked back bewildered at the King of Nightmares whose face was twisted in pain, then couldn’t help but turn back, stammering:
"It... you... just that punch? And it just?"
What do you mean "just" that punch? That punch almost took my life, okay? It only stunned him for barely two seconds!
Watching the [Hand of Screams], its surface covered in hair-thin barbs glistening in the sunlight, Leon’s cheeks twitched fiercely.
This strange item, crafted by the third generation director using Aquarius Director’s dual soul, not only suppressed the True God’s divine flesh, inflicting damage.
But also instantaneously injected soul poison into both Leon and his opponent, keeping their souls and wills clear, inducing unparalleled, terrifying pain, claiming to briefly resurrect the soul of the dead.
Leon originally thought, thanks to the invincible state given by the [Immortal of Liquor], he could exempt himself from this dreadful pain. So he wore it and gave it a try, intending to block the King of Nightmares.
It turned out that because the soul poison didn’t cause physical harm, but instead helped maintain clarity, it was considered a "self-benefit", not being exempted by the invincible state of the [Immortal of Liquor].
This poison-laced punch almost took half of his life. If not for the soul poison’s ability to maintain clarity, he might’ve fainted from pain right on the spot!
Damn... what on earth was that punch?
Even Leon, who was prepared mentally, felt his scalp prick with the venom of the [Hand of Screams]. The King of Nightmares, without any psychological preparation and having just gained a physical form, suddenly suffered this excruciating punch, feeling his soul falter.
If his True God level soul wasn’t weighty enough, along with the clarity-inducing aspect of Thoroughwort Nettle’s poison, he would’ve been separated from his physical form, his soul ejecting in pain.
Actually... having both a body and soul might not necessarily be a great thing...
The King of Nightmares, having just acquired the coveted flesh and soul and been dealt a severe blow, absurdly entertained such thoughts. His newly acquired body flickered.
No, no, no! I can’t think ! I mustn’t think this way!
Noticing his thoughts going a bit haywire and his physical stability wavering, the King of Nightmares steadied himself. His eyes, concealed in gray mist, narrowed slightly.
Can’t fully trust the words of Aquarius Director!
Following his advice, the King decided against fancy tactics, revealed himself, and launched a direct attack, wanting to rely on pure physical strength to crush this dangerous Cleaner with a single blow.
But after a few blows, the opponent was still lively, even donning strange gloves emitting the aura of Aquarius Director, giving him a nasty hit, suppressing his divinity for a moment.
Conspiracy! There must be a conspiracy!
Though Aquarius Director wished for this Cleaner to die, he also didn’t want someone who could control the cleaner, alive. For him, both the King and the Cleaner being mutually destroyed was the most perfect outcome, with killing the King perhaps an even higher priority than killing the Cleaner!
Recalling the outrageous pain he suffered just now, the gray mist giant, not wanting to experience it again, decisively ruled out bodily pursuit, choosing instead to remain still, extending his hand towards the fleeing figure in the distance.
Next moment, blood ran as spears and swords filled the scene.
As a small piece of skin peeled off the King of Nightmares’ arm, Leon’s winter coat twisted and morphed into a set of ancient armor, while the scorching sands underfoot bizarrely turned into a battlefield littered with corpses, echoing with tumultuous cries.
Dozens of robust armored soldiers formed an array in front of Leon, raising spear-like weapons under the commanding shouts, stabbing towards his face, chest, and abdomen.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"
Faced with the sudden change in scene, Leon instinctively dodged, but it was too sudden. As the bloodied spear tips drew closer, the sound of blades cutting through flesh rang out, causing Leon to pause slightly...
Then there was nothing.
As the spear tips pierced the armor and touched Leon’s skin, the soldiers wielding them dissolved into nothing in the [Immortal of Liquor]’s Drunken Life, Dreamy Death state, along with the battle cries and the battlefield, returning once more to the rolling sands.
Even forgetting he possessed the strange item, this bizarre invincible state wasn’t interrupted?