Amid the collapsing dust and fire, the two severed halves of the False Crown's colossal body twitched.
Then, with an unnatural, almost casual motion, the divided sections began to pull toward each other.
Crimson flames surged from the wounds like living threads, stitching flesh, bone, and fire back together at a speed that defied reason.
In the span of a few breaths, the catastrophic injury sealed itself as if it had never existed.
The moment its body was whole again, the False Crown did not attack.
Instead, its massive form launched backward in a single powerful leap, putting a vast distance between itself and the dark-cloaked figure standing calmly amid the ruined capital.
The three crimson orbs on its dark crown pulsed warily.
For the first time since its emergence, the playful arrogance in its posture had vanished completely, replaced by genuine caution.
Its burning eyes locked onto Li Feng.
[…Who are you?]
Li Feng did not answer immediately.
