Seeing that, He-Gu froze for a moment, then glanced back at the pile of shattered clay chunks on the ground beside him that Watanabe Taro had become.

He had kept him alive until now precisely to use his life for this final verification.

Now it seemed that Watanabe Taro had not come back to life, and the clay figure below him had indeed stopped fading. It simply held that coloration, almost indistinguishable from a living person.

Only, the change in the mark on his forehead had caught He-Gu off guard.