Chapter 6562

‘can’t kill him? Could it be that Hetsema has also cultivated an immortal body like Xayvion?’ As he

thought this, James suddenly unleashed a surge of Marciais Power to restrain Hetsema, who was lying

on the ground.

Then, he looked at Truett.

“So, is it that we can’t kill him, or that he can’t be killed?” “with your current strength, killing him is

naturally easy,” Truett said solemnly.

“However, he has cultivated the Level Two Demonic Body, and there is also a trace of Tai Chi Power in

his body, which is equivalent to having three chances for reincarnation.

Even if you decide to kill him for the sake of righteousness, he’ll still carry the Demonic Spirit and

reincarnate.

Once he rises again, it'll be our nightmare.” At these words, James showed an expression of utter

astonishment.

“More powerful than the Heavenly Path’s reincarnation?” Lesia suddenly transmitted her voice, “Master,

what Truett said is true.

It’s not easy to kill once the Demonic Body is cultivated because killing him is equivalent to helping him.

He will become stronger each time he reincarnates until all the taboos of the myriad realms and the

divine paths are destroyed.” Upon hearing this, James furrowed his brow tightly.

“How can we break this?” “There are two ways,” Lesia said in a deep voice.

“First, destroy his physical body and imprison his soul so that he cannot reincarnate.

Or, use a Supernatural to extract his Demonic Spirit, but you will forever lose him.” At this, James

looked profoundly thoughtful.

Hetsema deserved to die.

Even though he was the product of his own past karma, he could not allow him to continue causing

havoc in the future and harming the living beings of the myriad realms.

James dared not say that this was an act of righteousness in killing his kin, but even if he had to bear

the name of a son-killer, he would never tolerate such a lunatic in his bloodline.

Thinking of this, James turned to Truett.

“Hetsema and the Demonic Body deserve to be eradicated, and I’m willing to sacrifice everything for

this cause.” As their eyes met, Truett looked at the determination in James’ eyes and fell silent.

He knew that James had made up his mind and it was unchangeable.

After a while, he sighed heavily.

“James, we’re brothers...” “Tf we’re brothers, let’s have a toast.” James took out a jar of Chaos

Absinthe and offered it over.

Truett hesitated.

“Is it appropriate to drink at this time?” James replied, “This absinthe is precious.

You can only take a sip.” Seeing James’ solemnity, Truett reluctantly took the jar and tooka sip.

Suddenly, he was enveloped in a dark light.

With a loud bang, he collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

“Brother, I know what you want to say.” James grabbed the jar of Chaos Absinthe and sighed lightly,

“However, some things have to be done, even if everyone blames me and my reputation is ruined,

justice will prevail in the end.” He raised the jar and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

With a flash of black light all over his body, he reached out towards the restrained Hetsema.

Accompanied by a terrifying vast gray-black-white tricolor force, Hetsema’s body immediately emitted

an evil purplish-red force.

This purplish-red force seemed to resist the gray-black-white tricolor force unleashed by James, but it

lasted only for a few breaths before being quickly crushed.

Immediately after, the gray-black-white tricolor force enveloped Hetsema’s whole body, causing his

body to split into dozens of clones immediately.

The moment the clones appeared, they immediately snarled at James with fierce hostility.

“T'm your son.

You can’t treat me like this.”