I am the Abyssal King.
But having my arm severed is an undeniable reality.
The Abyssal King's tentacle-like arm, even when severed, did not immediately turn into a dead object, but instead thrashed about crazily like a fish out of water, contorting wildly.
Especially at the stump, the blood of the Demon that gushed forth wasn't crimson but a dark, stinking foul water, with an odor akin to a dry toilet left uncleaned for over a hundred years, a smell intoxicating to the senses.
As the severed limb flailed wildly, spraying Demon blood everywhere, the filth that landed on the flesh and blood corpses all around started to move uncontrollably, gathering together.
Notably, the corpse of King Kodi Koli began to shakily rise, heading towards the tentacle limb.
After the Abyssal King's tentacle arm was severed, there were even signs that it was attempting to cobble together a new body for itself out of its own consciousness.
