He had become bald, but his condition was splendid.
If it weren't for the need to drain more Eye of the Planet blood, the battle would have actually ended long ago.
Zheng Yichen glanced at the huge palm whose heat source was strong, yet compared to the sun-like heat from the Eye of the Planet, it seemed quite ordinary.
The Flesh giant crawled out of the pit, its massive palm reaching for a specific place; Zheng Yichen raised an eyebrow and hurried to the spot before the hand could grasp it.
There were myriad small eyes there; the main body of the Eye of the Planet had been destroyed, and what remained was a piece of flesh Zheng Yichen had just cut off, which took root upon landing here and grew dozens of times in volume in a short period of time.
The black spear was stuck in the ground; Hellfire ignited the land, and Zheng Yichen tore off a large chunk from those eyeball-covered pieces of flesh, burning the rest completely before swiftly escaping the giant hand's reach.
