Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 80: Sixty-six, why would you think the rule for this eye is called [Gaze]

Again, the familiar scene.

On either side of the church stood two completely different people, one high above, bathing in Holy Light, unharmed, while the other stood in the shadows, his entire body soaked in blood, like a pus-oozing insect.

But their expressions were vastly different, and the one feeling tense was the one high above.

Corey still decided to join in the game, for a simple reason. Once he spread the news of Visa’s return, even if only to Rhein’s other three major branches, no matter the outcome, it would become very difficult for that eye and that finger to end up in his hands.

He had used that eye for half a lifetime, and truly, he could not imagine a life without it.

Moreover, with that finger and the enhanced “Rule,” the temptation was simply too great for Corey.

But he wasn’t willing to gain power at the expense of his life. He had thought it over, this Visa possessing Ulu… was really weak.

The dissipating vitality that even Corey could sense was not easy to fake. And the capability of the finger that he was wary of had a great cost attached to it. If Corey hadn’t guessed wrong, then snapping that finger once would cost the finger’s disappearance, meaning Visa could only snap his fingers three more times at most.

This meant that Visa could still erase three of his Divine Arts.

The deterrent was obviously significant, but the problem was, that was all there was. Visa couldn’t use that finger to directly harm him, and the other spells Visa used, even in his current state, could at most, only cause superficial damage to someone under the “Divine Blessing,”– it was nearly impossible to grind him to death under such circumstances.

As for that left eye, although Corey didn’t know whether Visa could upgrade the rule sealed within it, he wasn’t worried. A Gaze was, after all, only an observational rule, unable to directly cause harm, just like that finger.

So, there was a chance.

Even a very big chance.

He had to win this game!

And even if he didn’t win, he could simply leave. With that heavily damaged body, there was no way Visa could catch up to him.

Thinking of this, Corey’s heart gradually settled down a lot, and once again he opened the imaginary wings behind him, making his body slowly rise, appearing as if the Rhein God himself had descended.

“Since that is the case,” he began to speak slowly, “let me see what you have…”

Before he could finish, he was slapped down from mid-air by a barrage of Magic Chains interwoven with magic power, stirring up a large swath of white fog.

Corey, swallowed by the flood of Magic Chains, did not lose his composure; he stabilized his form while roaring at Bai Wei’s previous position: “Visa, is this your ability?!”

Bai Wei slowly lifted his right hand to begin a Sealing.

“Don’t rush, we’re just getting started.”

Then, he detonated the white fog, which exploded around Corey’s neck, causing him a slight discomfort.

But even this slight discomfort shocked Corey. Logically, such Low Rank spells should have almost no effect against his Divine Gifted Body.

Corey didn’t dare imagine what would have happened to him without being under “Divine Blessing” just now—the seemingly ordinary explosion could have blown him to pieces—indeed, even the most basic spell in Visa’s hands could become a lethal weapon.

Luckily, he was limited by his corporeal body to just two Low Rank spells, and these spells, even if played skillfully, couldn’t really harm him who possessed the Divine Gifted Body.

Corey wanted to taunt Bai Wei one more time to boost his confidence, but Bai Wei didn’t give him the chance. Constantly driving the Magic Chains out from the white fog, which hadn’t completely dispersed in the explosion, they attacked from all directions towards Corey’s position.

After Corey broke free, Bai Wei continued to detonate the white fog, maintaining an unstoppable rhythm of assault.

Quite quickly, Corey felt something was amiss.

Why did the alternating attacks from these two Low Rank spells seem oddly troublesome?

Bai Wei had given up the initial approach of creating a massive amount of Magic Chains to push Corey around and instead became more precise and continuous. The numbers of Magic Chains used for attack each time were not large, and even if the chains themselves had improved substantially under Bai Wei’s power, for Corey in his divine state, it was still like a child trying to trip an adult with a thin rope—at best, the chain would snap before exerting any force, causing only a slight disruption to the adult’s pace.

But the problem was, there were way too many goddamn disruptions.

Corey felt as though countless kids with countless thin ropes were squatting before him, each child also holding a small stone, sometimes hitting him with the stones while trying to trip him with the ropes.

This experience… was so goddamn annoying!

But that didn’t matter. As long as Visa couldn’t breach his Divine Gifted Body, no matter how long the fight dragged on…

“Pfft.”

A faint sound.

Corey felt a chill on his neck, paused in astonishment, then subconsciously touched his neck.