The injured member was still in good condition, but the teammate supporting him had vanished.
A shadow fell over the group's faces; the battle had been so intense that they hadn't noticed one person missing.
Moreover, death here meant true death.
Owen, with a grim expression, said, "I slashed off the monster's arms, and it's recovered already?"
Willow spoke gravely, "We've all seen the monster's regeneration speed. This flesh fortress is its nourishment chamber."
Just then, a figure burst from the dark corridor ahead, shouting, "He's a River Crossing Demon spawn, don't believe her."
Everyone was startled, and upon closer inspection, it was Jiplin, covered in blood, his left arm hanging limply at his side.
He was pointing at Owen.
"Me?" Owen squinted, pointing at himself, incredulous.
"Get lost, what does this have to do with you?" Jiplin glared, waving his hand dismissively, "It ate Loa and is impersonating him."
