Alderman Fiodor merely let out a grunt as the pieces merged again. His brain and heart were cut into pieces along with his body, but not enough to kill him. However, the pain was real; he could not die, but he felt the pain of being cut into hundreds of fine pieces.
Tang Shaoyang showed no reaction to his immortal body, as if it were to be expected that he would not die after that. The blades stopped attacking him after he discovered they could not harm him. A sensible decision, he might say.
His magma hands were still working to pass through those twenty blades, but it seemed to be futile. He didn't give up, adding the number of the magma hands to fifty. He wanted to pull Tang Shaoyang into his magma.
Tang Shaoyang matched him, forming more blades, a hundred of them. The annoying part was that Tang Shaoyang had fine control over the one hundred blades.
