Stray

At this moment, Nemo seemed to have swallowed a piece of sharp ice. Its edges and corners scratched his esophagus leaving behind an icy temperature that triggered a series of uncontrollable convulsions. Nemo felt nauseous, but he stabilized and forced himself to continue peeping.

No, there was still a difference. This demon didn’t struggle as painfully as Pandorater. It remained motionless, and the cross section bound by the law revealed dry and rotten flesh. However, because the law wasn’t a thing that existed in a physical sense, the scent of rancidity smelled only a bit and wasn’t very strong.

Except for an extremely weak multiple heartbeat, it was no different from a corpse.

Nemo could estimate the strength of this demon and its vigor was not strong. At most it was a little stronger than Pandorater. It now seemed to be exhausted and had even stopped breathing.

He recognized this thing now.

This was a dying mountain nightmare leopard. They live in the upper and middle layer of the Abyss where the hunting area was very narrow. They sleep most of the time, so they spend more of their lives in dreams than reality. The racial strength belongs to a miserable category of superior demons, but these lazy and evasive creatures didn’t care. The racial characteristics of a mountain nightmare leopard were similar to Pandorater. They dislike disputes and were relative pacifist in the Abyss.

Nemo carefully explored its physical condition. The reality in front of him aggravated the cold feeling in his stomach. It was hopeless. Even now he couldn’t save it. Its organs have withered and most of them have long been lost. It could have been saved hundreds of years earlier, but now death had onset and it couldn’t be reversed.

It would continue to survive this terrifying pain for decades, and then die completely. This mountain nightmare leopard was most likely aware of this, as its consciousness wasn’t in its noumenon. It was like…

Wait a minute.