"When the ritual's duration runs out, I guess I'll be dead, right?"
Li Huowang slowly lifted his sword; the worms in his abdomen crawled along his Taoist Robe up to his severed arm, squirming relentlessly.
In just a few breaths, he had a new left hand, formed by intertwining worms writhing together.
He tried out his new hand, nodded with satisfaction, and once again set his gaze on the distance, at the five "Sitting Oblivion Path" members entangled with Master Danyang.
Right now, in Li Huowang's eyes, Master Danyang still looked utterly terrifying, while the faces of those other five had all completely transformed into fleshy, Mahjong-faced monstrosities.
The thought of dying soon somehow soothed Li Huowang's heart instead; he gripped his sword and walked toward them.
Charging ahead, Li Huowang swung his sword, lopping off the central head of Master Danyang in one stroke.
"Don't panic, Master, your disciple is here to help you!!"
