Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 967 Before Dying
How the hell are we supposed to win?!

Xia Shou glanced at the red line beneath his feet again. The red line, a path to certain death, suggested that he had a chance of winning. The bright red line represented an extremely high probability of death. If others saw this red line, they might despair, but he was someone who had been through it all.

Whether it was Blood Demon or Glendale, he had seen an incredible number of deadly red lines. The red line was simply a threat of death; the thicker, brighter, and more dynamic it was, the higher the lethality.

But the reverse is also true. Even if the mortality rate is 90%, isn't there still a 10% chance of survival?

He never took into account the host's thoughts and initiative when he sought his own death; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to escape death so many times.

Seeking one's own death is merely an assessment of the strength of both sides, which is then applied to a certain calculation formula to arrive at a conclusion.

So as long as you find a way out, as long as you find that way out, you can win!
"What else can you do? How long can you keep up your fighting spirit?" Sprite suddenly asked.

Xia Shou was stunned, and suddenly felt a chill run through his entire body. Even though his body was transformed into flames, the chill in his mind swept over him.

"I managed to break through your fighting spirit. Did you manage to evade it with something? The sealing item? Was it that clock-like thing you took out back then?"

I remember that in later times it was called a pocket watch.

"If that's the case, the effect will last indefinitely. I won't let you take it out a second time; I'll pulverize it in an instant," Spright said expressionlessly.

Spreadt's body barely moved, but his violent superpowers, like his powerful aura, erupted and spread endlessly.

The relentless, storm-like strikes left no corner untouched, meticulously cleansing Xia Shou's entire body. He was tossed about like a small boat in a raging storm, any wave could shatter him to pieces.

He could only avoid Sprite's attacks by maintaining a completely elemental state. Although he could maintain his body in liquid form in his Blood Demon state, he had already experienced that with the writer.

If the slashes are heavy and numerous enough to cut all the blood in the body into blood threads and drops in an instant, then even if he can recover and fuse back afterward, all his senses will be lost when he becomes blood threads, because the Blood Demon Body can only gain the corresponding functionality by maintaining the appearance of the corresponding parts.

Therefore, he can only remain in flame form.

As Sprite unleashed the Infinite Slash Storm, she slowly raised her hands: "I know you don't have much time left. Once the time runs out, you won't even be able to attack me."

But maintaining the status quo and waiting for a favorable situation to arise is not my style. While you can still attack me, I will eliminate you.

After speaking, Sprite uttered unfamiliar syllables!
"..."

But this time, because the text descriptions have evolved, Xia Shou can directly see the subtitles of what the other party says, and the unfamiliar, incomprehensible speech has actually been translated by the text descriptions!

[Dividing, mediating desires, praying, seeing, death...]

An immense fear poured down like thick glue, enveloping Xia Shou like a dark emotion. He could clearly imagine the scene of being cut open by Sprite.

The monster that attacked Sprite, a monster of no less level than Sprite, also died instantly under this slash. Xia Shou had no idea that he could dodge it by turning into flames.

Xia Shou's thoughts raced, and time seemed to slow down. All his trump cards and abilities flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

The abilities of the Satisfaction Mask—Perpetual Injury, Flesh Swamp, Owl Cry Blood Boiling, Blood Terror Revolver—all their evolved abilities spun through Xia Shou's mind.

Then there are the abilities he absorbed from this era: Blood Doppelganger, Empathic Stitching, Spirit Stitching Technique, Prayer Ash Blade, Sword of Betrayal, and even Emptiness has a Place to Settle In...

Next came his inherent skills in this world: the Mirror Demon's Information Scissors, the Delayed Blade, the Trio Waltz, and the Pinnacle of Mastery...

A flood of abilities rushed through Xia Shou's mind. No, nothing.

And what about the door? The door in the shadows?
Idrissu, No. 58, Ghost Bridegroom, Three Feet of Water.

Three feet of water!
Three feet of water can suppress the abnormality of the person being beheaded!
However, the energy of the three-foot water had been used up in the last divine law, and it had become dim.

However, if I remember correctly... as the thought arose, a few lines of clear text appeared in Xia Shou's eyes.

[Door: Three Feet of Water]

[Synopsis: Once upon a time, a person suffering from the torment of life saw a beautiful ray of moonlight, as beautiful as flowing water, on the wall of the Prince's Palace.]

The moonlight told him a distant past, so he wrote a poem for it, which was then sung throughout the world. Afterward, he took the moonlight from the hilt of his sword, resigned from his official post, took his sword, and headed to the east of the heavens.

【Uses: It can be used to suppress abnormalities. The source of its power is moonlight. The more special the moonlight, the stronger its suppressive power.】

Once the swordsman has aimed at the target, they will instantly teleport to the vicinity of the target. The direction they appear in is the same as the line connecting the swordsman's original position and the target, and the distance is just enough for this sword swing to cut the target in half.

If the target is too large to be cut in one stroke, the distance at which it will become visible will be exactly one-third of the distance at which the [Three-Foot Water] sword can penetrate the opponent's body.

It longed for its deeds of being used to be widely known, and for it to be refined by the special moonlight.

Although the power of the Three-Foot Water was exhausted, it longed to be praised and for its deeds to be widely known!

There is a way!

But the King's chant must be interrupted.

We must break the King's chant, or he will still die. We must at least kill Sprite instantly! Even if it only lasts for a moment, as long as we break his consciousness, that's enough.

It's over. It's over.

I can't think of a solution.

I'm really going to die.

The moment Xia Shou gave up thinking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Shangguan Yan lying in the same spot.

Wait, why is Shangguan Yan lying there?
Xia Shou subconsciously adopted the name Shangguan Yan, and then Shangguan Yan, lying in a pool of blood, suddenly spoke, his voice a man's: "You're going to die."

It was an incredibly strange feeling, because Shangguan Yan was speaking in a man's voice, and Xia Shou found the voice very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Furthermore, his speaking speed was out of sync with his surroundings.

Even with Xia Shou's thoughts moving incredibly fast and the surrounding environment appearing as if in slow motion, his speaking speed remained perfectly normal.

Xia Shou understood.

It's the corpse that's talking.

(End of this chapter)