Tu Ge farther away, Wang Yong in the corner, and of course Black Lion in the round chair immediately recognized it:
This thing was the blood-red fleshy tumor that had previously served as the key hub for blood conversion!
It had first been "possessed" by Ronan, then crushed by Tu Ge, before seeping into Takar's body. Now, it had actually been drawn out again, reshaped and restored.
The moment it was extracted, the pattern by which Takar's vital energy gathered and circulated immediately collapsed.
During that time, Takar had indeed desperately tried to maintain it according to what he remembered, hoping to preserve the pattern.
The problem was that seemingly profound memories, once deprived of a series of crucial details, were nothing more than delusions pieced together from the stimulation of various neurotransmitters. The so-called pattern was merely a structure built from feathers; it needed no wind or disturbance to collapse on its own.
"Ahhh!"
The Road to Heaven leading through the gate of the extraordinary crumbled before his eyes. Takar completely lost control, his body jerking upright as he tried to seize that power dissolving into nothingness.
With a dull thud, Wan Liuhua, finding him too noisy, simply knocked him unconscious.
The back of Takar's head struck a table leg before hitting the floor, and he lost all awareness.
As for the freshly extracted "Scarlet Fleshy Tumor," it remained steadily suspended in midair, continuously making minute adjustments to its exterior. It even twitched and pulsed slightly, like some uncanny living creature... or a living creature's organ.
"Tsk, tsk. He must have had a hard time suppressing his ambitions all these years." Blood Demon poked Takar around the waist and hip with the tip of his foot. Seeing no response, he shrugged. "Looks like Shakaer put too much pressure on