"You've unlocked the secret within your body!!?" Ditpar's voice sounded simultaneously, laced with disbelief and shock.
"How's my acting? Does it look real?" Long laughed.
He stood before the White Tower, with the others lying on the ground, unable to move.
To resist the explosion of half his body just now, La and the others exerted every ounce of their strength. With their meager abilities further depleted, they were powerless to struggle, only able to watch wide-eyed at the sudden turn of events.
"Secret lock? That thing was unlocked many years ago. The computational peak of the Spirit Eye Race is indeed impressive and hard to crack." Long's expression returned to calmness, a stark contrast to his previous exaggeration.
"But who made me idle without tasks every day? I let most of my body's mental processes focus on it for three hundred years. This secret lock held me for three hundred years, a fitting use."
