Chapter 522: The Failure of A Fly

"What the hell are you talking about?" 

Holes suddenly rid my body. Simple as that. Blood hesitated to pour from them as if even they couldn't comprehend the idea that I had been injured so quickly. And when my black goo did begin to flow from each hole, I regenerated so fast that-

Holes rid my body once more. This time, I instinctively began to move, watching the trees behind me disappear as if they had been replaced with air. So, I quickly increased my speed to its utmost max while splitting my body into millions of tiny, flesh-tearing flies. I made sure to create as many as possible, just so that-

All of them were eradicated, engulfed by a heavenly sun that shimmered over the deity's body. All of my being had disappeared. From the marrow of my bones to the veins drawing black goo toward my beating demonic hearts… everything had disappeared, leaving my soul to begin rising upwards.