"You... are already dead!"
The moment these words reached Mingya's ears, an agonizing pain, the sensation of flesh and bone being torn asunder, suddenly swept through his entire body. It was as if an invisible celestial sword was tracing a path deep within his soul and striking down with vicious force!
"SHRRRIIIP—!"
A sharp sound, like silk being ripped, tore through the air. Before Mingya could react, the sword wound he had made disappear through Vaporization reappeared on his body. Tracing its old path, it split him vertically in two!
This time, with his Holy Blood exhausted, he had no more tricks up his sleeve. He could only watch helplessly as his body was torn apart and his consciousness plunged into endless cold and darkness.
And just like that, the newly returned Mingya didn't even last three breaths before he fell once more.
