Chapter 104: The Twelve Apostles

There was something extraordinary about him, so although Qin Lan felt worried, she remained relatively calm.

To Yu Bai, Yun Ketian, and the others, Lu Ming and the black shadow before them appeared blurry and indistinct; they could only see two ghostly figures weaving constantly in and out.

At that moment, Lu Ming suddenly let out a fierce shout and struck the shadow's abdomen with a powerful punch. The shadow immediately doubled over from the impact.

Without hesitation, Lu Ming raised his knee and slammed it into the shadow’s forehead.

The shadow’s head snapped back violently, and Lu Ming followed up with several punches to its chest.

The shadow was blasted away, crashing to the ground and finally ceasing to move.

Lu Ming sneered coldly as he slowly approached the shadow’s body and flipped it over.

“Why is it dead?” he muttered in surprise.

He had been controlling his strength, not using full force. Given the shadow’s prowess, these few punches should have at most severely injured it, rendering it unable to fight, but not dead. How could this have happened?

Puzzled, Lu Ming activated his Insight Eye to examine the corpse.

To his astonishment, the shadow’s physical indicators were vastly different from those of a normal person.

Its bone and muscle density were dozens of times greater than an average martial artist’s.

Its organs were also somewhat larger, especially the heart, which was roughly twice the size of an ordinary one.

As Lu Ming studied more closely, he noticed intricate patterns on the heart.

Upon closer inspection, these were fibers from torn heart muscles.

This was the true cause of death.

Lu Ming frowned. The cause of death was likely the heart’s inability to withstand the intense force applied, resulting in ruptured heart muscles and thus actual death.

Normally, martial artists’ organs develop in sync with their level of power.

In other words, if you possess great strength, your organs can bear that strength; such fatal mismatches rarely occur.

Lu Ming gazed at the corpse, lost in thought.

At that moment, Qin Lan and Yun Ketian approached, while Yu Bai and Sheng Siyu, terrified, clung to each other and stood aside, too frightened to look this way.

“What’s going on?” Qin Lan asked.

Lu Ming shook his head. “Dead.”

“That cuts off our leads,” Yun Ketian sighed.

This shadow was definitely not the mastermind. The true architect behind this had yet to surface.

Unfortunately, with his death, the trail had gone cold.

Lu Ming snorted coldly. “Even if he’s dead, he still has to cough something up for me.”

He clasped his hands loosely before him and began reciting a string of strange, tongue-twisting incantations.

Soon, streams of blue light rose from the corpse, gradually forming a glowing orb in Lu Ming’s hands. Within the orb, faint images began to emerge.

“Time Reversal!”

A spell from Dragon Language magic, it can trace back the last moments of a recently deceased person. The length of the vision depends on the caster’s magical depth.

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