"When the ritual's duration runs out, I guess I'll be dead, huh?"
Li Huowang slowly lifted his sword. The worms from his abdomen crawled up his Daoist Robe and writhed around his severed arm.
Within a few breaths, he possessed a new left hand formed from a tangled mass of worms.
He flexed his new hand and nodded in approval, then looked into the distance at the five members of the Sitting Oblivion Path still fighting Master Danyang.
In Li Huowang's eyes, Master Danyang still looked as terrifying as ever, but the faces of the other five had completely transformed into Mahjong tiles made of flesh and blood.
The thought that he was about to die actually calmed Li Huowang's mind. Sword in hand, he walked toward them.
Charging in, Li Huowang wasted no time. With a single slash, he sent the central head on Master Danyang's body flying.
"Master, don't panic! Your disciple is here to help!"
