Nie Tian’s expression flickered as he looked down at his chest.

The garments on his chest had shattered, allowing him to see numerous pale-gray lines swimming rapidly under his skin, weaving into a complicated, mysterious pattern.

An ancient aura that carried the profound truths of death came from within the pattern.

Nie Tian suddenly had a feeling that the strange pattern was turning his life force into death power.

Under its influence, his immense flesh power flew uncontrollably into the pale-gray pattern.

A powerless feeling quickly overtook him.

Pergson stared coldly at him, as if he knew that he wouldn’t need to strike again, and Nie Tian would die beyond the shadow of a doubt.

Even a Demon or a Phantasm would have suffered a great deal from that pattern, which he had painted with his bloodline magic, not to mention a human.

Humans were born with feeble bodies and faint flesh power, which meant a pattern like that would drain their life force and turn them into corpses very quickly.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Nie Tian’s heart started to beat like a drum.

The green aura, which carried the profound truths of life, was originally coiled...