Li Huowang swayed as he gazed at the six distant figures. In his eyes, they too had transformed beyond recognition.
Their bodies remained the same, but their facial features were utterly twisted and elongated, then reassembled into different flesh-and-blood mahjong tiles.
"Stop! We will help you eliminate Master Danyang right now!"
Upon hearing these words, the shattered Li Huowang laughed. The sound was purely instinctual; his heart felt no joy at all.
He should have been glad at that moment. However, tormented by an extreme, dual agony, Li Huowang had completely lost the ability to feel happiness. Every ounce of his strength was spent resisting the fierce urge to end his own life.
In a daze, Li Huowang saw one of them—a Three of Bamboo tile—begin to speak.
"Xuan Yang, cross your legs! Cup your hands over your Dantian, form the Crouching Dragon Seal, and guard your spiritual heart!"
Li Huowang did his best to obey. The Blood Talismans around him trembled as his body shook.
