"It's already too late!" Lin Mo shook his head. Francis looked panicked and suddenly lowered his head, seeing a ball of purple flame emerge from his chest, shooting into the distance.
Francis froze in mid-air, staring blankly at the fist-sized blood hole that appeared in his chest, disbelief written all over his face.
"I have an undying body, flames cannot destroy my body." In Francis's pupils was a strange red glow, and the sinister black scar under his skin slowly surfaced.
These black liquids slowly flowed towards the hole in Francis's chest, as if attempting to mend the wound.
But in the next instant, Francis's eyes widened, his lips trembling slightly, "Wha- why is this happening?"
It turned out, the edge of the wound on his chest had a faint purple flame still burning, and whenever the black liquid approached the flames, it was immediately burnt into air.
