Between crying out for help and fleeing, Demigod Glys chose an impossible battle to the death. It wasn't until his divine protection had been completely shattered, his body penetrated by the black spear, and black light blades erupted within him turning him into a hedgehog, that Glys finally came back to his senses, realizing the terrible choice he had made.
But it was already too late, as the spatial distortion extending from the light blades also took effect inside his body, pinning him firmly in place with no escape possible. The dual loss of blood and life force caused his ice-blue hair to wither.
"The Frost Chill God will not... let you off!!"
Glys glared at Zheng Yichen with venomous eyes, casting a malicious curse on him. A curse from a Demigod couldn't be easily ignored, but Zheng Yichen merely smirked slightly, his red hair, which had turned a different shade from the surge of blood, faded back to its original color.
The hair that stood on end slowly returned to normal.
