After coughing up everything in his mouth while his arms regenerated rapidly, Myne slowly stood up. He simply couldn't stay inside the pool of blood surrounded by countless dead bodies and all kinds of tattered organs. It wasn't something a normal person with a weak heart like Myne could stomach.
However, it seemed his enemies had learned a thing or two from him. While Myne's injuries were healing, a sword shot out of the blood pool like a poisonous snake waiting for his prey, piercing directly through his heart and flying towards No. 1 who now looked no different from a beggar, if you could ignore his strange mechanical eyeballs and half-body. It seemed the previous attack hadn't hit him hard enough, and he still had a lot of energy to mess around.