Ailuodi was startled as well; she hadn't expected that a technique which had been difficult to breach just a moment ago could yield such a drastically different outcome when performed again. Driven by an urgent desire to rescue, her sword strike was executed without restraint. After the wild wind dissipated, the demon who called himself Charlie was left with barely a breath.
He struggled to lift his hand, vainly trying to stem the flow of blood from the wound in his chest. As the blood continued to gush out, he waved his arms in the air above him, seemingly trying to grasp something—only Chaoyang could see that he was attempting to gather the "wishing power" dissipating from his body.
One had to admit, the demon indeed possessed a formidable vitality. Even with his chest cavity pierced, he continued to struggle for over twenty seconds before ceasing to move. The moment he fell, his eyes, full of desperation and disbelief, were fixed on Chaoyang.
"He doesn't have a clone."
