"Senior Brother, you… you…"
San Shan's spirit wavered between hope and despair. Several times he tried to speak, but each time found himself unable to string together a coherent sentence.
Phosphorescence burst out beneath his skin, and his bones twisted under the unbearable strain of mutation.
Until a wave of comforting warmth flowed from Li Mo's palm.
The mutation in San Shan's body receded bit by bit, and his heart brimmed with certainty: the Daoist Qingtian, who had suppressed the Sub-Device Sect for centuries, had returned!
Li Mo raised his head to look at the rock wall, his consciousness communing with the faintly unwilling Mother Furnace.
To be precise, the Mother Furnace now resembled more a subordinate to Da Ai Mi Tian, a flesh-and-blood puppet parasitized by millions of cancer cells.
"San Shan, everything will come to an end."
"Senior Brother, the Sub-Device Sect is running out of time! We're all that's left… just a few of us! What should we do? What can we do?"
