"Pierce his body, but leave his head. The Antichrist won't die so easily. We can still trace the source of his great power through his brain," Cthulhu said impassively, approaching the metal cage.
Shen Feng remained unfazed and asked:
"What if this has been nothing but a double of mine from the very beginning? Are you so sure you've already won?"
Cthulhu said, his expression unchanged:
"The famous Antichrist has many incarnations. I've already seen this in my precognitive visions. That's how you defeated the Master of the Void's Apostle, isn't it? But do you know the biggest flaw of your real body?"
At this, Cthulhu flashed a triumphant smile:
"Only your true body possesses such powerful defenses."
As he spoke, he yanked a pistol from the waist of a subordinate next to him and fired a shot at Shen Feng.
BANG!
The bullet struck Shen Feng's shoulder, kicking up a cloud of white dust but failing to penetrate.
