"Did we succeed?"
Ji Shenyun watched Yuan Tianming's limp body fall to the ground, a flash of joyful surprise in her eyes.
But Pei Yuhang shook his head.
"This body is just a puppet. His true self has likely already attached to that skeleton, and besides—"
Pei Yuhang looked at the ground and walls, which were paved with thick blood vessels. Seeing no sign of them receding, he knew the battle was far from over.
SQUELCH SQUELCH—
A viscous, squirming sound echoed.
Pei Yuhang focused his gaze and saw half of a scarlet skull, swarmed by blood vessels, flying toward the giant skeleton.
He recognized the skull. It was the Blood Skull Chalice he had seized from the Demon Race. He recalled Yuan Tianming's scarlet eyes and familiar aura back in the Endless Sea.
Pei Yuhang instantly understood.
'Has Master truly gone mad? His real consciousness... it was transferred into this skull!'
"Ji Shenyun, stop it! That's his real body!"
