OBS Chapter 752 The Great Completion of the Heavenly Realm Bandit Leader Recalls His Experience of Inter
Chapter 752 The Great Completion of the Heavenly Realm Bandit Leader Recalls His Experience of Inter
I (written from the bandit leader's first-person perspective, author's note) was panting heavily, my chest heaving violently as if I were about to cough up my lungs. My eyes were fixed on Lin Ping before me, my sword still lodged in her throat, blood gushing from the wound, staining the ground beneath her crimson.
Lin Ping's breath had completely stopped, and her body no longer responded, like a lifeless rag doll. I looked at her pale face and tightly closed eyes, a cruel and triumphant smile on my face.
"Hahahaha..." I let out a burst of maniacal laughter, the sound echoing jarringly in the empty wilderness. "You bitch, you think you can come back to life? Don't dream!" I swiftly pulled the sword from her throat, a spray of blood splattering onto my body and face. I didn't care, only spitting at Lin Ping's corpse and cursing, "Die!"
Lin Ping's body trembled, and warm liquid flowed from her inner thighs, emitting a foul odor. Her anus also emitted a fecal stench. Her long legs twitched twice and then became completely still. Lin Ping's eyes widened again, but her eyeballs remained motionless. Lin Ping's resurrection process was cruelly interrupted, and she died completely.
However, even though Lin Ping was undeniably dead, fear clung to me like a shadow. I knew Lin Ping possessed a powerful resurrection ability; I had just witnessed her undergoing resurrection and rebirth. Had I not struck her in the throat in time, she might have successfully resurrected. To ensure absolute certainty, I decided I couldn't allow her any chance to revive again.
I drew a massive cleaver from the weapon rack; it gleamed coldly, like a weapon from hell. I gripped the hilt tightly, feeling its chill and weight, and at the same time, feeling the madness surging within me.
Without hesitation, I raised the machete, my arm muscles tense, veins bulging, as if the machete had become a part of my body. I gripped the handle tightly, feeling its weight and texture, and then, without hesitation, slashed down fiercely at Lin Ping's delicate head.
The machete traced an arc in the air, whistling sharply, and struck Lin Ping's head like a bolt of lightning. With a "crack," the machete embedded itself deeply in Lin Ping's skull, and blood instantly splattered everywhere like a red fountain.
The blood splattered on my face and body, warm and viscous, with a strong, metallic smell. Yet, I felt no nausea or fear; instead, a strange excitement and satisfaction welled up within me.
Lin Ping's head was severed from her body by the impact of the cleaver, rolling to the side like a discarded toy. Her eyes were still open, her expression frozen in fear and despair, as if she had seen something horrific before she died.
Looking at the horrific scene before me, the fear in my heart was finally dispelled. I knew that this time, Lin Ping could never be brought back to life. Her once vibrant life was now as if her soul had been ripped away, leaving her lifeless.
I threw down the machete, which clattered to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. I kicked Lin Ping's head, feeling its coldness and fragility. The head rolled beneath my feet, like a lifeless doll, no longer able to react.
"Now you're truly dead. Let's see how you'll revive!" I sneered, my voice filled with smugness and satisfaction. I had finally succeeded in eliminating this enemy who had been troubling me all along, and a huge weight had been lifted from my heart.
I turned and left, my steps firm and powerful. Each step felt like stepping on Lin Ping's corpse, giving me an unprecedented sense of accomplishment. I left behind Lin Ping's cold body and the blood-soaked ground, as if it were a testament to my success. In that moment, I felt incredibly powerful, as if I had conquered everything.