Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 675: Chapter 619: His Spirit Is Exceptionally Healthy, Copy!

"I was clearly scratching the [Mask], how could I also..."

"See a ghost?!!"

The tall elder was overwhelmed with shock and terror, as a terrifying suspicion burst into his mind.

The survival instinct honed over decades of living on the edge erupted at this moment. He fiercely bit down, and half of his scarlet tongue, mixed with shredded meat, spewed from his mouth.

"Sss——!"

The searing pain of his tongue exploding, mixed with the rusty taste of fresh blood, filled his mouth like a red-hot iron spike stabbing into his brain, forcibly tearing open a sliver of clarity in the mire of spiritual erosion.

In the less than a tenth of a second at the brink of life and death, the tall elder’s eyes bulged furiously as he forcibly twisted his neck.

He managed to move just an inch away!

A deathly gleam flashed past his neck, and a straight line of blood appeared on his skin instantly.

"Slash---!!!"

The crisp and pleasant sound of flesh and bone tearing suddenly rang out, accompanied by a fountain of scorching blood mist shooting out!

A withered right arm, along with most of the shoulder, soared upwards like a broken dead branch, drawing an arc of blood in the air.

Then, with a "thud", it crashed heavily onto the ground not far away, the fingers still maintaining a knife-like posture, twitching slightly.

The tall elder staggered back violently, clutching his only remaining arm tightly over the bleeding shoulder, sticky blood gushing through his fingers to form an ever-expanding pool on the cold ground.

His cloudy eyes bulged almost out of their sockets—the originally spreading pitch-black venom marks on [Mask]’s chest were now slowly fading?!!

Though it hadn’t completely regained its original color, the decaying black was rapidly dissipating.

In contrast, the blackness on his own chest grew more viscous, the veins and blood vessels under the skin swelling, twisting like they were crawling with black worms.

"The part that’s fading, could it have been...transferred to me?"

The tall elder’s Adam’s apple moved, his hoarse voice stammering,

"You...you...you..."

His gaze was locked onto [Mask] as if wanting to pierce through the cold mask to uncover the monster hidden within.

Hearing the tall elder’s call, [Mask] woke up without a hint of vengeance.

He naturally moved his neck, making a slight "click" sound, as if just stretching his muscles after waking up.

Then he reached out and gently pinched the black nail on his chest, pulling it out in one smooth motion...as if it were just an inconsequential splinter.

As the black nail was extracted, the darkness on [Mask]’s chest faded faster, turning from black to grayish brown.

"A nice little trinket, I’ll take it."

[Mask] lightly twirled the glowing black nail at his fingertips, the Hook Jade in his eyes rotating as well.

He casually wiped it on his lapel and put it into his pocket.

The tall elder’s breath hitched violently, his cloudy single eye nearly splitting as he stared unblinkingly at [Mask].

[Mask], however, was "considerate", tilting his head with blood-red eyes, intrigued by the other’s trembling pupils and twitching facial muscles.

Through the mask, he answered leisurely in a metallic voice:

"Don’t be afraid, I didn’t transfer the damage to you. Most of it I bore myself; I just..."

He paused as if choosing his words carefully, or perhaps savoring the increasingly rapid breaths of his opponent.

Then, in his cold voice, there was a hint of warm laughter:

"...reflected a rather negligible portion back to you. Really, I’m not lying to you."

He raised his index finger, gently shaking it, asserting with utmost sincerity:

"Really, I swear on my honor, I only reflect 15% each time!!"

[Limit-Breaking Blade Armor (Passive): Whenever attacked, your skin can adjust the point of force like a living thing, spreading the impact throughout your body, and you can leverage it to reflect partial damage.

Each time attacked, reflect 15% of the damage received!!!]

"Re...reflect?!"

The tall elder’s heart, which had slightly calmed at "not a transfer", suddenly soared to its limit at the latter half of the sentence, almost leaping out of the cavity in his chest.

Isn’t this more terrifying than transferring?

After all, a transfer could be to others or to plants, but reflection can only be towards the attacker, right?

And 15%, calculated so precisely?

So, besides Shadow Manipulation, creating Illusions, controlling bones, [Mask] also has this imba reflection!

No, which Evil Sacrifice is backing you up, so generous, stacking abilities on you without care, each more imba than the last?!!

At this moment, the tall elder internally doubted that their intel on [Mask] had significant errors.

[Mask] wasn’t just an Evil Sacrifice host but seemingly the very progeny of the Evil Sacrifice.

However, this aligned with the young master’s judgment, that the Sheepskin Scroll was extremely, extremely valuable and must be brought back to him.

The tall elder took a deep breath, the broken chest cavity delivering a heart-wrenching pain like venomous insects gnawing at his core, half his face already lined with web-like black patterns:

"You’re not fooling me; if you had truly only reflected 15% of the damage, the remaining 85% corrosion and blood poison would have killed you long ago."

[Mask] silently chuckled, the corners of his mouth beneath the mask seemingly curving into a subtle arc.

His survival indeed had many reasons.

With other hosts of Evil Sacrifices, their spirit and will would have long been torn apart in the incessant whispers and erosion, for example, his dearly loved sister Feng Yuhuai was a vivid example.