Fragmentation and dissolution.
The Shadow Blade shattered and expanded violently, turning into a thousand blades glittering around the Regent King, severing everything close — Bologue included.
Bologue's body leaned uncontrollably backward, his arm piercing through the Regent King's chest was severed, with the break clean and clear, blood gushing.
He staggered back a few steps, terrifying wounds littering his thighs, bones fractured, forcing Bologue to half-kneel.
"Are you finally afraid?"
Bologue lifted his remaining arm, pulling out the long nail driven through his neck. Despite the injury, self-healing continued, the existence of life and death embodied on these two Undead.
Now it was Bologue's turn to mock the Regent King. The Protection and Soul Sucker Command made the Regent King rarely feel a sense of crisis, prompting an almost instinctual counterattack. His usually composed demeanor vanished, leaving him as disheveled as Bologue, covered in mud.
