Rick drew a sharp breath.
He didn't know when it happened, but he could feel the poison hitting him like lightning.
It was sharp, merciless, and immediate.
Inside, his pulse thundered once, twice, then every nerve seemed to ignite at once before collapsing into numbness. Rick's hands were halted—above his head, stiffening like stone, while the Faceless Reaper was moving faster and faster.
Slash!
Rick blinked his eyes, then his pupils narrowed.
A single second in battle could spell the difference between life and death.
Despite the poison reeling inside him, infecting every part of his body, this wasn't his first time dealing with a situation like this. Knowing that he needed to react quickly, he circulated his life energy to at the very least, delay the effect.
But he underestimated the poison.
Ruthlessly, the Faceless Reaper's sharp arm clawed his chest.
Its slash crashed against the protective sheen of Rick's armor, halted with a screech of steel on steel.
