Luan looked at the spear jutting from his chest, then at the headless body surrounded by crimson chains.
He tried to smile, but a coughing fit overtook him as blood escaped his mouth and landed on the ground.
The dead man wasn't dead after all.
The crimson chains whipping around about the body collapsed, turning into a red aura that merged with the headless stump, reforming the head in an instant.
After recreating his head, John's gaze hardened and his chains drew tighter against Luan, making it hard for the latter to breathe.
"Hey hey, too tight," Luan managed to squeeze out, but the chains only tightened even farther, causing his pale face to flush.
The head of the bandits places his hand on John's shoulder.
"Calm down."
"But Benson!"
"He killed Samara and Ikmos without them being able to survive... We should know how so we can get countermeasures and even though I want to send my energy to ravage his innards right now..."
