“You! Why are you...”
Huang Xingming turned his head, staring in disbelief at Lan Qingyou. Two holes still marred her body, and blood continued to seep from the corners of her mouth.
Everything was exactly as it had been before he had kicked her away.
The only difference was that Lan Qingyou was now floating half a meter off the ground instead of lying on it.
“Why am I not dead?”
Lan Qingyou tilted her head and grinned at him.
“The so-called God Race isn’t the only one in this world that’s ageless and immortal. While I wouldn’t claim the Witch race is the number one race on the continent, we do possess the ageless and immortal attribute.”
“I hadn’t found a place to experiment with it yet, but it turns out the first ones to deal me a heavy blow were those claiming to be an immortal God Race. Talk about a coincidence.”
Lan Qingyou spoke with a relaxed air that made Huang Xingming’s heart race with fear.
After she finished speaking, she casually took out a Life Potion, downed several gulps, and then cleaned her pierced wounds as if no one else were there.
This blatant act of disregard made Huang Xingming bristle with indignation.
Ageless and immortal?
Did the Witch race actually have such an attribute?
That made no sense!
According to the information he had gathered and the reports sent from Formation 505, the Witch race was only supposed to have the “ageless” attribute.
“Hmph, just bluffing? Don’t think I don’t know that witches only have the ageless attribute.”
Huang Xingming sneered.
As someone who had spent years in high-ranking positions, he believed that aside from the alchemy potions he didn’t recognize, Lan Qingyou shouldn’t have any other trump cards left.
“Ah, sorry, I misspoke. Because I am the Origin Witch, the world consciousness gave me an ‘undying’ attribute. So, it’s not all witches who are ‘ageless and immortal,’ but me specifically.”
Lan Qingyou couldn’t suppress her smile as she spoke.
In fact, she didn’t even try.
As she had mentioned before, she hadn’t properly appreciated this attribute since obtaining it.
Even the SS-grade Ksuya's Eye hadn't so much as dirtied the hem of her clothes.
So, upon encountering the Huang father and son—opponents with such a strong desire to kill—she decided to test it out.
The results were naturally satisfying.
It certainly hurt, the blood loss was real, and the weakness was genuine, but she simply couldn't die.
She wasn't sure why, but after receiving such heavy injuries, Lan Qingyou's health was forcibly locked at 1% and would not decrease further.
Even after she treated her wounds and downed several bottles of Life Potion, it hadn't increased by a single point.
This was likely the true meaning of being “undying.”
To put it in common terms, she had activated a lock-health cheat.
In Lan Qingyou's eyes, the attributes of the Huang father and son hadn't reached this level of “cheating.”
“Ha! An undying attribute? What a boast!”
Huang Xingming laughed toward the sky, looking at Lan Qingyou with contempt.
Despite his mocking words, he actually believed her about halfway.
After all, she was a being recognized by the world consciousness, and she was indeed standing before him, chatting calmly despite her severe injuries.
However!
There was a big “however!”
He was already in too deep to back down now.
And besides...
“So what if you’re ageless and immortal? I’m also immortal and undying. It seems neither of us can truly best the other, so why don’t we both take a step back?”
Huang Xingming’s eyes darted around as he looked for a way out for himself and his son.
“Hmm? That’s strange. As a member of the God Race, how can you say something like taking a step back?”
“Uh...”
“The Lesser Demon race—it provides a significant boost to strength, agility, and constitution. It’s arguably more balanced than most new races. Plus, it has two active fire-type attack talents, which is one more than other races. It’s a fair reward for an evolved being taking such a massive risk.”
Lan Qingyou explained everything calmly to the stunned Huang Xingming.
Huang Xingming, already dazed, became even more disoriented.
Good grief, I only just found out about this myself. Where did this person get their information?
She was completely exposing him!
She even knew what his racial talent skills were. How was he supposed to fight this?
Wait!
Just as a sense of helplessness washed over Huang Xingming, he suddenly saw Lan Qingyou’s crimson eyes.
A Magic Eye!
Right, the Witch race’s Magic Eye!
That thing must have seen through his information!
He had heard before that a witch’s Magic Eye was a randomly awakened ability. He never expected the Witch of the Tower to have this kind of Magic Eye.
This was terrifying.
The ability to gather information anytime, anywhere—wasn’t that stronger than any offensive talent?
“It’s true that according to your racial characteristics, you are indeed immortal and undying. However, your immortality is limited only to your physical body.”
“You...”
Huang Xingming’s eyes widened at Lan Qingyou’s “correction.”
Who would understand that technical jargon! I only just became a Lesser Demon!
But the opponent likely knew his race, skills, and attributes because of her Magic Eye.
In that case, she might even know the weaknesses of this race that even he wasn't aware of.
“Tell me... when a person’s soul is materialized, does their ‘self’ still exist?”
Lan Qingyou gave a faint smile.
“What?”
Swish!
While Huang Xingming was still trying to process the unfamiliar term “materialized soul matter,” Lan Qingyou used Shining Starlight to appear instantly before the mindless Huang Wei.
She pulled a long blade from a card and swung it down, piercing Huang Wei straight through.
After dealing massive damage to his health, Lan Qingyou grabbed his skull right in front of his father.
“What are you doing!”
Everything happened so fast that Huang Xingming had no time to stop her. He could only watch in desperate anxiety, shouting in an attempt to slow her down.
But Lan Qingyou didn't give him a single chance.
“Soul Siphon.”
As she uttered those four words coldly and emotionlessly, Huang Xingming saw an eerie green light erupt from Lan Qingyou’s hand, completely covering his son’s head.
This... what kind of skill was this!?
Huang Xingming froze on the spot. He wanted to figure out what Lan Qingyou’s skill chain was.
Only by doing so could he formulate a plan during the battle.
But now his only son was being held by Lan Qingyou, leaving him no time to think as he was forced to attempt a rescue.
Boom!
However, just as he was about to move, a group of soldiers in dark pink armor suddenly appeared in the open space between him and Lan Qingyou!
This caused Huang Xingming to halt his step.
The pink-armored soldiers had blocked his path to Lan Qingyou as if it had been perfectly prearranged.
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