"System, decompose the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade!"
"Mock decompose."
"System, decompose the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade!"
"Mock decompose."
"Decompose!"
"Mock."
Li Zheng was half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, with the Demon Blade planted in the ground. He kept ordering the decompose command for the Demon Blade and then canceling it, seemingly torn about whether to actually decompose it.
During this process, the Demon Blade trembled continuously. Each time Li Zheng uttered the word "decompose," its tremor intensified.
Until it could bear it no longer, sending a faint consciousness to Li Zheng: I'm wrong, please forgive me, master.
"System, decompose the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade!"
This time, Li Zheng froze without choosing to confirm or cancel.
