Chapter 850: Death-Soul Chix
No blood flowed. Skin, muscle, bone, and organs writhed like a mass of worms, rapidly re-fusing and regenerating as new cells were born, sealing the wound in seconds.
This was the result of Orion’s Siren Regeneration, a skill that granted him superhuman healing. As long as his head and heart were not dealt a fatal blow, he was effectively immortal.
The attack had, at least, allowed Orion to get a look at his opponent: a shadowy figure shrouded in black mist. It had a humanoid body, powerfully built and as tall as Orion himself.
Within the shadow, Orion could make out a stiff, dead face—or rather, a cold, human-like mask. Behind the mask, two motes of lifeless green ghostfire burned for eyes. They stared at Orion, glinting with a cold light.
At that moment, Orion’s figure flashed. With two consecutive leaps, he was high in the air. In the spot where he had just been, another massive scythe blade materialized from the void, slicing toward where his neck had been.
It missed.
"A terrifying healing ability, and something like teleportation. Interesting. But you..."
As the shadow figure spoke, the Flesh Golem at the center of the arena let out a furious roar. A new, even more gruesome scythe flew out on the end of a chain, striking directly at the shadow. The figure was clearly within the Golem’s attack range.
The Golem’s assault was too sudden, too fast. The shadow figure had no time to parry or dodge.
And yet, when the scythe passed through its body, it was like slicing through empty air. The shadow stood in its original spot, completely unharmed. However, as the scythe swung back around for another pass, the shadow figure flickered, teleporting to a higher position and out of the Flesh Golem’s reach. The Golem threw its head back and roared at the figure but did not attack again.