As Bellia's flesh began to heal and regenerate, the new flesh slipped through a circle of sword marks as if cut by the tip of a knife. A mere brush against it would cause it to crack like porcelain, then shatter and split, just like 01044 said, some things once broken can never be fixed again.
"Aaaaah—! Maria! What is this!! What the hell is this aaaah—!"
The bed where Bellia lay writhed, blooming into one sinister, screeching trumpet flower after another. And still, its neck continued to bleed, gushing blood fountains, the blood rising, nearly submerging the castle's floor tiles.
Li Pan roared, "Who cares what it is! Look at it; it can't give birth to any damn thing now! If you're really curious, kill it and cut it open, wouldn't that be the same!"
