Lu Luo's fingers, enduring the pressure that threatened to tear his flesh, broke free from the suppression of the black fog.
His muscles clung to the bone, a deeply unsettling sight.
However, Lu Luo paid little heed to such pain the moment his fingers touched the Ash Messenger.
The solidified metal of the Ash Messenger instantly liquefied, the molten iron spreading along Lu Luo's fingers toward the rest of his body.
The Ash Messenger was utterly different from those wandering Sequence particles; it was not influenced by Sequence Power.
And its scorching heat was the perfect nemesis for the black fog.
The molten, lava-like iron wrapped around Lu Luo's arm, flowing toward other parts of his body, dispersing all the black fog as it advanced.
Seeing this, a flicker of excitement flashed in Lu Luo's eyes.
It wouldn't be long before he could return to normal, and once he regained his freedom, then...
"You've regained your freedom, so what?"
