Amidst the heavy rain, Professor Zhang's hair was drenched, rainwater streaming down his cheeks as he looked at the plant machine embedded in the soil in front of him, conversing with the Ancient Immortal in his mind.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his whole being half-awake and half-asleep, his movements becoming stiff like a puppet... He was about to be controlled by the Ancient Immortal again!
"Ptooey..."
He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam into the rain, leaving a trail of blood on his lips. It turned out he bit his tongue tip to wake himself up, freeing himself from the control of the Ancient Immortal.
"Master, what are you doing?"
His eyes again narrowed slightly, his whole being half-awake and half-asleep, his movements becoming stiff like a puppet... The Ancient Immortal tried again, once more attempting to control him!
But his left hand suddenly made a big move, digging into the not yet completely healed wound on his right hand!
Puchi!
Blood gushed out.
