Marquis reached out to touch his cheek struck by the fist, the tips of his fingers tingling with pain.
"This death... is not merely 'Death Plague,' but something else. Moreover, your physical skin has not been affected by the Pulse Tower in the city, and can still perform Death Assembly."
Moreover, your close approach just now relied not only on speed but also on an instant spatial jump, which is why I couldn't react in time and took a solid punch.
I have never seen such a diversified individual like you.
Interesting."
Marquis Glatoni held his right palm about five centimeters from his face... Snap! The teeth clamped shut, biting lightly.
A certain effect of devouring through space was activated.
The black fist imprint on his face and the surrounding blood and flesh were instantly erased, and the death wound also disappeared.
The missing part of the cheek was immediately smoothed over with fresh blood, looking as good as new.
