The air seemed to congeal.
At this moment, as Ji Jue spoke, eyes frantic with bloodshot fervor flared like flames looking towards Lian Cheng, and all he could feel was suffocation.
Such eyes were like nooses seeking life, looping tightly around his neck.
Gradually tightening.
From within the chilling dread, there was no escape.
But the Mutants, who once moved like puppets at his whim and deception, were now, under Ji Jue's manipulation, turning into the very blades hanging above him...
The sudden change had plunged Lian Cheng into what felt like the depths of Hell.
He still remembered the vibrant vitality of all things within the Time Ruins just a few days ago, when his plan began. How had it so quickly become the ground for his own burial?
Sweat soaked his back.
