His skin remained unmarred, untouched by the onslaught they had unleashed upon him.
"Are you guys done so soon?" Xingzi sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. "I wanted to play a bit longer. You are no fun."
He licked his bloodied hand once more, savoring the taste as the nails embedded in his palms prevented the wounds from healing. The sight sent shivers down the spines of the men, a visual reminder of the terrifying power before them.
Fear and uncertainty gripped their hearts as they exchanged glances, unsure of how to proceed. The tables had turned, and their plans had crumbled in the face of an unstoppable force. They were now at the mercy of a being whose true nature remained a mystery to them.
His voice, laced with a chilling intensity, filled the room.
"You've had your chance to attack. Now it's my turn," he declared, his tone conveying a potent mix of menace and sadistic delight. "Prepare yourselves, for your suffering has only just begun."
