Published: February 13, 2025
Ye Zhongming was in a terrible state, even more so than ever before.
In the face of powerful enemies, he had been knocked down and even found himself on the brink of death multiple times. There were moments when he had actually died, only to be revived by miraculous items and beings.
However, in Ye Zhongming's memory, he had never been this unfortunate before.
His armor was in tatters, with only a few fragments hanging from his body, like on his shoulder.
But it wasn't just the armor that was a mess; it was Ye Zhongming's body.
From head to toe, there wasn't a single good place on his body.
The flesh on his left calf was completely gone, leaving only bare white bone.
His upper body was somewhat twisted, exposed skin where the armor had been was marked with regular wounds, as if they were crafted by a master chef's knife.
No blood flowed from the wounds; they were just gaping open, resembling flared fish gills.
The most terrifying sight was Ye Zhongming's face, riddled with hollow holes, some of which even penetrated through to the back.
If it weren't for his special physique and nearly peak-level strength, just these few wounds would have been enough to kill him completely.
That handsome and refined face was now rendered sinister and terrifying due to these injuries.
It was tragic, extremely tragic.
But... he was still alive.
In fact, Ye Zhongming's gaze at this moment was exceptionally bright, showing no signs of the confusion and daze that should accompany such severe injuries.
"Ha..." Ye Zhongming let out a light snort, and his body moved slightly.
Like a tattered cloth fluttering in the wind.
Ziqie and the captain's thoughts seemed to return along with Ye Zhongming's movement.
Yet even with that, they still couldn't figure out why this person hadn't died!
Why was the Type Three Firearm considered a sub-artifact? You could say it carried the power of rules, but to put it simply, it was just powerful!
For beings below the peak level, a sub-artifact was a fatal weapon!
This was not just Ziqie and the captain's belief; it was the result of countless experiments conducted within the dwarf community!
There were no exceptions!
Even wearing armor made by them or mechanical battle armor wouldn't help!
Unless it was also a sub-artifact or divine level.
The two were certain that Ye Zhongming wasn't wearing either, so why had this person survived?
Had the myth of invincibility below the peak level of sub-artifacts been shattered?
That light laugh pierced like a thorn into their hearts.
Within that laughter was bright mockery, as if saying that you dwarves... are not capable.
After the shock, Ziqie and the captain were filled with rage and prepared to return the mockery to this person.
Look at you; you’re in such a state, your body like tattered cloth—who gave you the courage to sneer at us?! Who are you mocking?! We’ll kill you right now!
The captain, suppressing his pain, charged forward. He couldn't believe it; just a moment ago, they were all in perfect condition, and now how could he not defeat him when he was in this state?
But suddenly he saw that person raising a hand, a hand that was already twisted.
The captain instinctively stopped.
This person had already given him too great of a shock; he feared falling into some strange trap.
He saw light beginning to emanate from within that person's body.
Then, that seemingly severe injury began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This is impossible!
Just as they believed Ye Zhongming would definitely die but hadn't, they thought that such injuries would leave him no better than dead—how could he possibly heal at such an incredible speed?
But in reality, Ye Zhongming was indeed recovering at an astonishing rate; not only that, but his body also swelled a circle, covered by a layer of shining armor. From a distance, he looked like a giant source of soft light.
The surrounding darkness was illuminated considerably.
This... the captain didn't even know if he should charge in again.
He truly had no idea what was happening.