At the same time, it secretly circulated its Divine Power, setting an invisible net woven from a virulent soul poison around its body. It just had to wait for that greedy human to appear again, and it would capture him in one fell swoop.
In Hiss's agony, time stretched to an eternity.
Its initial vigilance had given way to rage, which had now soured into bewildered uncertainty.
That human was like a soul-reaping Ghost; just when you thought he had left, he would always strike from the most unbelievable angle, delivering a perfectly timed, painful sting.
Ten minutes.
For a Divine-Level battle, it was but the blink of an eye, but for Hiss, it felt like suffering death by a thousand cuts for a century.
The surroundings were silent. There was nothing but the sound of the wind.
"Damn it! Where is he?" The Head of Hatred was growing impatient.
Just as Hiss's patience was about to run out, a sense of crisis that made its Divine Soul tremble came from above its head once more!
