The next moment, his body lurched uncontrollably, and he nearly stumbled to the ground.
"You don't really think… you can kill me, do you?"
The voice of the Curse Bone Race creature echoed from within the slowly dissipating pool of acid, filled with disdain and mockery.
"I am… immortal!"
Lin Ye steadied his violently roiling Spirit.
This was the first time an external force had pushed him into the final P3 stage.
Lin Ye raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
'Damage Transfer?'
'Or damage reflection?'
He refused to believe that anything in this world was truly immortal.
'An eerie ability like this must have some kind of limit.'
'If it could continuously transfer all damage back to me, why didn't it use that ability at the start of the fight?'
'Why wait until I had the upper hand and was about to land a fatal blow?'
'This means activating the ability must require some prerequisite!'
