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Chapter 1493 - 648: Fusion, Cyber Grim Reaper!

Chapter 1493: Chapter 648: Fusion, Cyber Grim Reaper!

Feeling the rapid disappearance of his soul within, accompanied by the instability of his spirit, the Seam God turned pale with shock and hurriedly tried to rush over to stop the opponent’s barbaric act.

But just as he moved, he suddenly realized that the path ahead was heavily guarded by more than ten opponents, blocking any way to break through in a short time.

The Seam God immediately understood—this was a defensive formation deliberately devised by the other side!

The attack just now seemed like the enemy was desperately assaulting, but in truth, they had been preparing for this very moment.

This was why those few people had never scattered and maintained a formation throughout the fight, ready to shift into defense at any moment. The goal was to wait for the curse connection to form and, at the first moment, establish a protective circle that prevented him from rescuing.

Simply put, all of the opponent’s actions earlier were nothing more than a performance, aimed at distracting his attention so he wouldn’t notice the curse gradually taking shape.

Now, the curse was fully formed, and he finally realized it—but it was too late. His right arm had completely fallen into the opponent’s hands as a "hostage."

The enemy could indirectly harm his soul by attacking the cursed arm.

Moreover, the speed of soul dissipation...

Feeling the situation within himself, the Seam God’s face turned a ghastly shade of white. In just a mere ten seconds, he had already lost over 30% of his soul.

This was far beyond the soul capacity contained within a single arm, but there was no choice—souls are connected. If he didn’t stop this, the opponent could genuinely drain him dry through that single arm!

The question was—how to stop it?

Should he rush over to destroy the Scarecrow?

Impossible. The opponent had spent a long time acting and setting this trap, and now was the time for them to reap the rewards. There was no way they would easily let him disrupt it.

At the current rate of soul burning, by the time he managed to destroy the Scarecrow, it would already be too late.

The only option left now was just one...

The Seam God stared at his numb right arm with a vicious gleam in his eyes. Clenching his teeth, he drew the stitches of his left hand toward his right shoulder.

"Splurt!"

Blood sprayed out as his entire right arm, along with half of his right shoulder, was sliced cleanly off, severing to the ground like a plant losing its roots, rapidly withering and shriveling.

Meanwhile, Lin Xue, who had been relentlessly attacking the Scarecrow on the other side, suddenly found her sickle unable to extract souls from it anymore.

Lin Xue furrowed her brows, already guessing the reason, and halted her attack, turning to look at the Seam God.

The others also turned in astonishment to look at the severed arm at the Seam God’s feet, then at the Scarecrow behind them, whose cursed energy had vanished, their expressions growing peculiar.

No longer able to extract souls meant this wasn’t an ordinary severed arm but rather a complete detachment of a piece of his body from its root.

An arm severed in this way theoretically no longer belonged to the divine body—it had become an ordinary piece of flesh and bone. Even if it were sutured back onto the body in the future, it would never regain sensation, effectively no different from attaching a prosthetic limb.

They didn’t doubt the Seam God’s courage to sacrifice an arm for survival, but they hadn’t expected him to make the decision so quickly, permanently abandoning his arm without hesitation.

From a distance, the Seam God pressed his bleeding shoulder wound. Hatred flickered in his eyes as his fingers twitched, pulling stitches to sew up the wound on his right shoulder, stopping the bleeding.

Looking at the lifeless, desiccated severed arm on the ground, which had turned into a bundle of dried bones almost instantly, the Seam God instead let out a sinister laugh. His eyes gleamed with crazed red light as he waved his left hand, causing the right claw of a nearby Stitch Beast to detach and fly toward him, guided by stitches to connect to his severed right shoulder, merging seamlessly.

The Seam God flexed his newly acquired beast claw. Though it lacked the ability to manipulate stitches, it granted him newfound potential for close combat.

"You’re finished! Truly... I will make you all pay the price!!"

The Seam God uttered each word with venomous resolve. Perhaps due to the fusion of the beast claw, an unusual zeal glimmered in his eyes.

With a sweep of his left hand, every Stitch Beast moved simultaneously.

The Seam God himself no longer remained at the rear but charged forward alongside the Stitch Beasts toward the group.

"Block them!"

The Lamp God bellowed an order, and everyone quickly formed a lineup, deploying their abilities to counter the surge of Stitch Beasts.

Logically, the Seam God should have significantly reduced control over the Stitch Beasts now, given that he had lost one hand.

Yet, as the confrontation began, everyone noticed that the Stitch Beasts seemed to have entered a berserk state, launching frenzied attacks without regard for defense—even if they were torn apart into chunks of meat, they continued to charge explosively in this fragmented form.

In an instant, the battlefield was filled with flying flesh and a suffocating bloodlust.

The Seam God, the architect behind the Stitch Beasts’ madness, had himself transformed into a Berserker. Despite the relentless storm of attacks landing on him, leaving his body riddled with wounds, he appeared completely unfazed, charging toward Lin Xue with a twisted, maniacal smile.

"Damn, this lunatic is going all out! Trying to take us down with him?" The Watchman watched the scene with twitching eyelids.

No one had yet claimed victory, and the enemy had already mentally collapsed into a maniac...

"No, he’s completely rational!" The Medicinal Plant Gatherer shook his head gravely.

What the Seam God was doing now was actually his optimal strategy. His soul damage was far greater than the depletion of his body and Divine Power. If either his Divine Power or his soul bar emptied completely, he would be dead.