Wu Xiaode stood his ground.
The turmoil descended from the Void, instantly becoming immensely majestic and enormous.
Billions of black branches forming the throne collapsed with a thunderous roar—
It wasn't because Shen Xiujun had done something, but rather they had instinctively reacted on their own.
All the branches swept over, converging out of thin air into a dark conduit as thick as an arm, stabbing into Wu Xiaode's chest with its sharp tip.
"Puff!"
Wu Xiaode spat out a mouthful of blood, suspended motionless in midair.
The sound of liquid flowing resonated from within the black conduit, as if something was being injected into Wu Xiaode's body.
"Huh?"
Shen Xiujun was taken aback and blurted out, "This is impossible, how can you transform into one of us?"
Wu Xiaode clenched his teeth, enduring the intense pain, his consciousness becoming somewhat blurry.
Damn it.
I won't transform into one of you.
This is—
It's—
Memories re-emerged in his mind.
