Chapter 1190: No Hovering

Before Zhuque could even furrow his brow in thought, he suddenly noticed everyone around him springing into action.

**”Shuttle” Cui Shisi** placed one of his rings on the ground and another beneath Zhuque’s feet, though his intentions remained unclear.

At the same time, **Qian Wu** closed his eyes and charged forward, while **Feng Shiqi**, at a distance, activated **”Flashbang,”** sending a searing pain through Zhuque’s eyes.

The moment Zhuque lost his vision, **”Gale” Chou Ershi** hurled a dagger from afar. The blade, caught in a violent gust of wind, shot toward Qian Wu and Zhuque at terrifying speed.

Realizing the danger, Zhuque attempted to teleport away with **”Leap,”** only to find his left hand firmly anchored to the ground—as if attempting to **”Leap”** would require dragging the entire earth along with him.

His conviction wavered slightly, and **Dizhu** finally broke free, his body collapsing weakly into **Zhou Liu’s** arms.

Seizing the opportunity, Qian Wu grabbed Zhuque’s wrist. The sensation was entirely different from holding **Xuanwu**—he could distinctly feel something solid beneath his grip, but there was no time to ponder.

Snatching the flying dagger midair, Qian Wu, in the blink of an eye, drove it straight into his own carotid artery.

The next instant, cracks split open on both Qian Wu’s and Zhuque’s necks, and a fountain of blood erupted from Qian Wu’s wound.

Releasing Zhuque’s wrist, Qian Wu dropped to one knee.

**”Shuttle” Cui Shisi** immediately reached into the circle before him, his hand emerging from the one beneath Zhuque’s feet.

Qian Wu was prepared—the moment a hand appeared from the ground, he grasped it firmly.

His neck wound began visibly healing, and his body shifted into a female form. As soon as he regained mobility, Qian Wu swiftly retreated, putting distance between himself and Zhuque.

All the **”Cats”** nearby frowned at the sight of Zhuque—

Because he was bleeding.

A thick, black fluid oozed from the gash in his neck, its viscosity resembling long-stagnant oil.

The battlefield fell deathly silent, not even requiring **”Silence”** to mute all sound.

It was common knowledge that Zhuque could not heal himself—meaning every wound inflicted upon him was permanent.

**”What’s happening…?”** Bai Jiu stared at the massive wound on Zhuque’s neck, swallowing hard. **”Did we… actually wound Zhuque?”**

Zhuque’s head tilted to one side as he slowly raised a hand to his neck, his eyes snapping open—filled with unmistakable fury.

**”You… are all so disobedient…”**

A hoarse voice escaped his lips before he, too, dropped to one knee, as though all strength had left him.

**Zhou Mo**, still supporting Dizhu, stared in disbelief.

Had Zhuque’s neck really been slit?

Countless questions swirled in Zhou Mo’s mind. She had always known Zhuque was weaker than Xuanwu, but the gap was this vast?

Could a single **”Twin Blossom”** really be enough to end Zhuque’s life?

**”…”**

Dizhu murmured something in Zhou Mo’s ear, his voice barely audible from blood loss.

**”Little Pig?”** Zhou Mo leaned down. **”Are you alright…?”**

**”No ‘Levitation’…”**

**”What?”** She bent lower, pressing her ear to his mouth. **”Say that again?”**

**”‘Leap’… ‘Soulsteal’… ‘Soulshift’…”** Dizhu whispered weakly. **”And one more… distant… ‘Echo’… I don’t know…”**

**”Distant? What do you mean by distant?”** Zhou Mo shook him, realizing he was on the verge of unconsciousness. She slapped his cheek sharply. **”Tch! Little Pig, don’t you dare fucking sleep now! You’ll die!”**

She then looked up toward Qian Wu. **”Fifth Brother! We’ve got a problem here!”**

Taking advantage of Zhuque’s immobility, Qian Wu first signaled to the others before rushing to Zhou Mo’s side.

His team understood immediately. **Wu Shisan, Yun Shijiu, Chou Ershi, and Liu Ershiyi** drew their daggers and advanced, stabbing Zhuque repeatedly while he remained incapacitated.

Under the stunned gazes of the onlookers, blades plunged into Zhuque’s body—his heart, neck, abdomen—every vital point now bore a wound. Even if he hadn’t died earlier, survival was now impossible.

Thick, black blood seeped from Zhuque’s pallid form. Those closest wrinkled their noses in disgust—

The stench was unbearable.

Just then, **Officer Li** and **Su Shan** arrived at the scene, only to find the battle nearing its conclusion.

**”Fourth Brother!”** Bai Jiu called from a distance. **”Take his heart!”**

**”Ah! Right!”**

Officer Li hurried forward. Whether due to training or an enhanced **”Echo,”** he could now extract a target’s heart with near-perfect accuracy.

A pitch-black heart materialized in his hand—but before he could celebrate, a putrid stench assaulted his senses.

The odor was so overpowering that both he and Su Shan nearly vomited.

Meanwhile, Qian Wu brought **Luo Shiyi** to Dizhu’s side and, without hesitation, replicated Luo Shiyi’s physique onto him.

**”He’ll lose ‘Brute Strength’… but it’s better than death.”** Qian Wu wiped his brow before pinching Dizhu’s philtrum, jolting him awake.

**”Little Pig!”** Zhou Mo cupped his face, realizing that while his body had matured, his head remained that of a pig.

**”Temperamental woman…”** Dizhu groaned, suddenly recalling the dire situation. **”This is bad… beware Zhuque…”**

**”What exactly is the issue…?”** Zhou Mo frowned. **”No ‘Levitation,’ but ‘Soulshift’… Even so, Zhuque shouldn’t be able to heal.”**

Qian Wu opened his mouth to respond—only to be interrupted by a series of dull thuds.

Turning, they saw Zhuque’s body rise at an unnatural angle. Tearing free from the vines binding his hand, he lunged at the nearest fighters, drenched in his own black blood.

The impact snapped **”Gale” Chou Ershi’s** body in half, while the others were sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Qian Wu slowly stood, watching as Zhuque floated in the air like a tattered banner.

**”No ‘Levitation’… yet he can fly…”** Qian Wu murmured. **”Could it be ‘Puppetry’?”**

But then… what did **”Soulshift”** mean?