"That's enough." Emperor Jiang grabbed Zhang Rongfang's arm and lifted it up.
He carefully observed Ostend's shoulder.
The flesh there appeared aged, losing its luster and vitality, as if it had died.
Swoosh!
He swiftly struck, completely excavating that small piece of flesh.
"Recover." He spoke to Ostend.
".....Alright."
The wound on the latter's shoulder quickly healed and regenerated.
However...the flesh there remained unchanged, devoid of vitality, lifeless, like a withered flower, incapable of recovering to its original state...
"This feels...like some sort of epidemic! An epidemic specifically targeting those who worship gods!!" A trace of shock flickered in Emperor Jiang's eyes.
He looked again at Zhang Rongfang, the tremor in his eyes clearly visible.
This man...was born to oppose those who worship gods and Buddhas!
He could imagine what kind of terrifying things would happen if those who worship gods learned of Zhang Ying's ability and talent!
