"No, not restored!?" the creature screamed incredulously, "Why were the injuries not transferred? This is impossible!"
Zhu Shi swung his sword through the air, flicking the blood from the blade, and without a trace of pity, glanced at the creature lying on the ground, "Zhuang Cheng, stop his bleeding."
At his words, I looked at the creature and suddenly flames burst forth from the severed limbs. The wounds were scorched to a crisp, stopping the blood from spurting out.
He let out a dreadful scream but still clung to life, trying to manipulate the shadows around him. However, as soon as these shadows stirred, I destroyed them with fire, rendering them utterly useless.
It seemed now he also could no longer trap us in a maze of space. It was quite likely, as Zhu Shi had conjectured, that the creature had relied on consumable items to achieve what he had done before. Now, he was truly defeated.