Wai stared blankly. "Gone mad? What does that mean?"
Dox said, "Exactly what it sounds like. Their mental energy has completely fallen into chaos, filled with negative emotions. Even though I can sense the power of their bloodline, there's simply no way to communicate with them."
As Dox spoke, he glanced at Angel. "Angel's choice of words earlier was very fitting—mental illness. It's like they've developed a mental illness."
Watching the sandworms struggle ceaselessly within the stone cage, pity entered Dox's eyes.
When he had used the sandworms to probe ahead, he had already prepared himself for their sacrifice. But the sandworms' sacrifice did not mean their complete death. So long as their bloodline returned to the mother body, new sandworms would eventually be born.
But now, they had gone completely mad and even showed signs of turning on their master. Even if he returned their bloodline to the mother body, that madness might spread like an invading virus, corroding the pure mother body.
In the end, it would drag the mother body down into the abyss of insanity as well.
Therefore, Dox could no longer reclaim their bloodlines.
That was equivalent to pronouncing their deaths ahead of time. And complete, utter death at that.
"Even if they've gone mad, shouldn't we be able to extract some useful intelligence from their mad ravings?" Wai said. "And they passed directly through Lord Transcendent Dimension's illusion. Does that mean..."
Wai did not continue, but everyone understood the words he left unsaid.
If the maddened sandworms had been created by the Infant Spirit, and those mad sandworms could still break through the illusion's blockade and follow their original route to launch a surprise attack, did that mean the Infant Spirit had already discovered them?
"I don't know whether it carries any special meaning,"