Qu Chen was horrified.
At this moment, he too was scared out of his wits.
If he had been the one to try and seize the Ink Blade just now, he too would have likely fallen victim to it.
The onlookers were even more terrified.
How could the Ink Blade, no longer suppressed by the imprint of the Desolate Ancestor, possess such fierce might?
"Beast, how dare you run wild!" Suddenly, a fierce shout came.
Lord of Silence.
Facing Wang Jia being restrained and losing his reason, he was the most frustrated.
He had thought he could cleverly obtain the Ink Blade.
But now it seemed, not only had he failed to get the Ink Blade, but he had also lost a Supreme?
Wasn't this a massive loss?
"Save me... save me..."
At this moment, Wang Jia, holding the Ink Blade, was extremely contorted in shape as he struggled against the Blood Fiend Qi in his mind and body.
Even for the Ink Blade, taking full control of a Supreme was not as easy as imagined.
He was begging the Lord of Silence for help.
