Li Huowang swayed as he gazed at the distant "six," and now, in his eyes, they too had transformed beyond recognition.
Their bodies remained the same, but their features were utterly twisted and elongated, then reassembled into flesh-and-blood mahjong tiles, each one different.
"Stop! We will help you cleanse Master Danyang right now!"
Upon hearing these words, the shattered Li Huowang laughed—a laugh solely born of instinct; his heart felt no joy at all.
He should've been glad in this moment, yet Li Huowang, now tormented by the utmost double agony, had completely lost the ability to feel any 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 the three tiles begin to speak.
"Xuan Yang, cross your legs! Cup your hands at the Dantian, hold the Wolong incantation, guard the heart chamber!"
Li Huowang did his best to obey, the Blood Talismans around him trembling in response to the shaking of his body.
