"Don't come any closer—whatever you do, don't come any closer!" Yi Donglai froze where he stood when he heard Li Huowang shout those words.
He stood amid the torrential rain, looking at everything inside. At this moment, his mind was a mess—a complete mess.
Yang Na looked at Li Huowang, who seemed crazed beyond reason, her eyes full of heartache. She immediately turned to Doctor Yi outside the door. "Doctor Yi! Since you're awake now, hurry and help!"
"Huowang can't hold out alone against so many Siming of Fu Sheng Tian!"
"I... I..." Yi Donglai's breathing began to grow ragged, more and more chaotic. Gritting his teeth, he uncontrollably kept smashing his own forehead.
He even wanted to take out the mirror again, to see whether his face had truly become younger, whether everything he had experienced before was real or an illusion.
He had never understood why patients did such things before. Now, he finally knew.
Just then, Li Huowang, filthy and battered, his head split and bleeding, roared as he burst from the dust. Raising the saber in his hand, he leaped fiercely and kicked another Clay Figure on the left.
The tremendous force knocked the Clay Figure straight over, and it collapsed together with Li Huowang onto a nearby round pillar.
Amid the creaking crack of splintering wood, that half-rotted pillar began to tilt and bend.
Then, with another sharp crack, the pillar snapped clean through. A moss-covered broken roof tile fell from above, followed by more and more of them.
"Get out, quickly! This temple is going to collapse! If you two don't get out now, you'll both be buried inside!" Seeing the Dilapidated Temple begin to shake, Yi Donglai could no longer spare any thought for his muddled perception and anxiously warned them.
Hearing this,