"But before then, we can't kill one another. Anyone with a mystic organ cannot be killed by another with a mystic organ," Chen Mo informed, his voice steady and calm, echoing faintly in the vast chamber where they stood.
Aetherion tilted his head slightly, his ethereal form shimmering under the dim, otherworldly light that filtered through the primordial mists surrounding them.
"But you tried to kill him," Aetherion replied, confusion evident in his tone as he processed Chen Mo's explanation.
"Indeed. That was my intention," Chen Mo admitted, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the intense moment, the surge of power that had coursed through his veins like molten fire.
"But I felt a strong resistance from my arms," he continued, flexing his fingers subtly as if reliving the invisible barrier that had halted his strike.
