A lance of fire erupted from the dagger, burning the small flesh with vines. Amon had used the flame lance enhanced by his mixed aether. None of Lang Man was left but charred remains, or so he thought.
Several seconds later, thin threads sprouted from the char. They swayed around as if alive.
"Hm… Perhaps you are indeed immortal," Amon muttered. He squatted and observed the tiny specimen. "Even as a cell, you still survive. I guess your Law of Survival augmented your special constitution so incredibly that you can't truly die. You only need a longer time to recover… I bet this comes as a surprise to you, too, huh? You've never been pushed to this extent."
Amon didn't see any different response from Lang Man's cell on the ground.
"Perhaps you can't even hear me anymore in that state… Well, thankfully, I came prepared. I've expected a scenario where you are truly unkillable."
