Chapter 3272 Bloody Hands

Whether or not the Heart of Accomplice was unique, its ability was undeniably terrifying.

The three Hearts of Accomplice could take the place of any three peerless masters.

It could be a remarkable killing weapon for any super force.

At this point, Zen, Dorothy, and the Ear Mice could feel the excitement bubbling up within.

The Ear Mice, in particular, were more excited wondering how many Hearts of Accomplice Zen would give them. A single one or all the three? Was there any way to fight for more?

Just as Zen took another step forward, moving closer to the hearts, an enormous face suddenly appeared atop the wide passageway.

It was a hideous face—something like a piece of a dirty rag. Two dark holes served as its eyes.

"Aha!"

The ugly face whimpered as the blood vessels—what were formerly attached to the ceiling of the passageway—rolled up and down like spiraling vines, forming exactly eight bloody vortexes.

Well aware of how dangerous the nineteenth passageway was, Dorothy and the Ear Mice knew to be more vigilant once they sensed any foreign movement within the vicinity.

Upon seeing the bloody whirlpools, they all backed away while Zen stood unmoving, staring at them.

Splash!

Eight enormous bloody hands reached out from the spinning whirlpools, moving towards Zen.

Even Zen felt the onset of a crisis as he sensed the bloody hands' aura.

While his body was undoubtedly strong on the Other Shore, he knew that he was by no means invincible.

A warrior's physical body couldn't simply enter the Other Shore since the banning of the Ancient God Cultivation Method. Where had the Wild Gods all gone? Those who had entered the Other Shore with their physical bodies?

A Wild God had limitless longevity.

At the time, there were as many Wild Gods as there were True Gods now, spreading across the entire Source World. But now, not a single Wild God could be found. Neither on the Other Shore nor in the Source World had anyone even seen a glimpse of a Wild God. It was indeed unreasonable.

Zen reckoned that some methods existed on the Other Shore that could suppress the Wild Gods.

In a flash, a bloody hand shot at Zen right before he

g inside.

So now, the Strength God Totem's power was abundant enough—Zen had no hesitation when drawing out the Other Shore Power.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

He was going rapidly back and forth now, dodging every bloody hand and striking a great force from his every body part. His elbows and fists struck right through the bloody hands, breaking their wrists with every hit.

The face atop the passage couldn't stop shrieking in pain.

"Ahahah..."

Soon enough, Zen had broken the eight bloody hands.

Six of them were drawn into the blood vortexes, while two had been cut off cleanly, wriggling on the ground like a lizard's tail. Gradually, they lost all vitality.

"Done!"

Zen called in triumph as he turned back to Dorothy.

The Ear Mice then came out of hiding, squeaking as they flittered to Zen.

"Squeak! Squeak! Take back the two bloody hands too!" one of the Ear Mice said as it pulled out its space ring.

"Wait," Zen called out suddenly, "I cut those hands, so I will take them."

When the Ear Mice had collected those broken bones earlier, neither Zen nor Dorothy felt the need to say anything about it. The two weren't there to collect bones, after all. They cared nothing about the soul pills or divine crystals that the Ear Mice were crazy about.

Although Zen decided to turn a blind eye to the bones the Ear Mice had picked up, the two bloody hands were both rare and precious—Zen couldn't simply hand them over.