The Art, who had combined the Heavenly Divinity with the Evil Cancer to exhibit the Pope's Attitude, truly suffered a "Beheading".
The Clown's head, with its bared yellow teeth, separated from the spine and fell, crashing heavily between the curtains and quickly rotting and oozing pus on the ground.
Even the gold skull beneath the skin melted into the pus,
and the dissolved putrid flesh was suctioned and eaten by the group supporting the curtains, achieving recycling.
Yi Chen looked at the severed neck before him, at the golden bone tumors that were still twitching on it, feeling not the slightest joy of victory.
"As I thought, such a weapon is not enough to achieve a [Beheading] against an existence like Art, I can't even cut off his divinity."
The entire Clown Circus was his domain; whether it was the tents or the curtains stretched across the space, they formed an integral whole, invisibly supporting Art…
It looks like I have only one option left."
