Playing Dead
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen looked frozen. Ancient Devil had asserted a deathly posture. The life in his body was suddenly gone. His limbs were stiff. He looked deader than a corpse.
It was a great act. It was very real looking. Even a famous actor in real life could not behave like that. Even Han Sen, who knew about this, could not tell if he was dead or alive.
It was weird. When Ancient Devil died, the Evil God Beard that was tying him up relinquished its grasp. It was still there, but it ceased tightening a lot.
"If this is just playing dead, I can do it too," Han Sen gnashed his teeth. He controlled his body and toned down all of the presence and reactions inside him. He even made his heart stop beating.
Although all of his power was restricted by Dust Sky, he could still control his body. Doing this was nothing special. Han Sen was a professional when it came to things like this.