He suddenly cast aside all precision instruments, washed his hands under disinfectant water, and directly reached out, grabbing the scalpel and needle, with a near-instinctive intuition, he precisely touched the soul clay that was dispersing.
The scorching soul energy instantly shredded his gloves, pierced through his bones and muscles, and burned his blood dry...
But Akas did not retreat, he just gritted his teeth, controlling the high-energy particles.
"Hold on...child...hold on!"
Akas's voice was hoarse, trying desperately to mend the fatal crack, attempting to forcibly calm the warm glow that was escaping...
At this moment, within this operating room, there was also a silent war being fought.
...
Three hours.
Akas battled on the silent battlefield for a full three hours.
When his bloodshot eyes, through the microscope, saw that the soul clay finally stabilized and presented an unprecedented soft form, the nerve that had been stretched to the limit suddenly snapped.
