The split soul could not possibly hand itself over.
Now, only eleven avatars remain. Happiness may not be divided into eleven parts, but suffering surely is.
One person is humiliated, and the other ten suffer along.
Who knows what the Collector would do with his body?
"I'm very interested in your sealing ability."
The Collector spoke.
The split soul's five senses immediately twisted together, and a chill rose in its heart.
This was even scarier than the Collector lusting after his body. The thought of corpses entangled beneath those stumps made his back shiver.
He didn't expect the other party to disregard him, yet still covet his ability.
Indeed, the Collector loves to gather various abilities for himself. The eerie trees all originate from his hands; even the bizarre plants in the Holy Sect were all created by him.
