Unfortunately, no sooner had he sprung up from the ground than, like a fish slapped onto the chopping board at the market, he writhed for an instant and then lay sprawled on the ground, lifeless.
The War God took off, the War God died violently.
It all happened in one breath.
From a feigned corpse, he became a real one.
Only on the back now exposed as he lay on the ground, there was a ghastly gaping hole.
Blood mixed with the fragments of his innards oozed out slowly.
Amid the bloodied encroachment, a Spiritual Hand materialized out of thin air. After piercing through the broken body, the Dissociation Technique crushed the Matrix and drained the last of the Superior Essence, then dissipated without a trace.
On that twisted face smeared with mud and blood, a pair of eyes were wide open, bewildered in death.
He had no idea what had happened.
How had he been exposed?
