"Boom—"
The flesh connecting his neck and shoulder tore apart, fragments of inverted triangular purple-black scales shattered, and foul-smelling blood flowed out.
Salanqi's face suddenly tightened, his whole body convulsed fiercely in the agony of forced tearing.
In the next second, he suddenly calmed down, countless spider-like eyes fixedly stared at Ronan, flashing madness and venomous coldness.
"Death to me is merely a return to the embrace of the great Mother Goddess..."
"The Mother Goddess will not spare you, you are doomed to die in endless pain and torment!"
"I wait for you in the Land of Fear..."
"You're overestimating yourself, just a bit."
Ronan spoke lightly.
"Tear—"
With a series of fabric-tearing sounds, Ronan's arms suddenly spread wide, tearing Salanqi into two halves. The foul-smelling fresh blood splattered everywhere like raindrops.
