Yiluo landed and turned into a monument. Mo Qiong looked toward Third Generation and the others, discovering that they had all regained consciousness.
Their divinity had been reclassified as subconsciousness.
Mo Qiong sighed in relief and descended from the sky. At the same time, Master Gou's gravestone circled around him, apparently urging him to hurry up and turn him back.
It was over. Yiluo had reached the end of his lifespan, and even the Contained Object had fallen out.
Mo Qiong stepped forward and bent down to pick up the yellow ore.
First, he had to restore Master Gou. Then he had to turn Third Generation and the others back into gravestones to preserve them. After all, this group of Ancient Assassins did not have much time left either.
"Wait..." Third Generation suddenly said.
"Hm?" Mo Qiong stopped reaching for the Contained Object and turned back toward Third Generation.
Third Generation was just about to say something with a smile when his expression suddenly changed.
At the same time, Mo Qiong's hair stood on end. After continuously using Man and Sword Mutual Control today, his reflexes had undergone tremendous training. After all, as long as Official Members had enough money, being enhanced by Taffy Stone was commonplace.
He had not used any heaven-defying methods like banishment. Mo Qiong had simply immersed himself in close-quarters combat, and his body had developed a conditioned reflex to blades touching him.
It could be said that battling various assassins had been an intense tempering for Mo Qiong.
At that moment, sensing a bone-chilling glint of cold beside his neck, he hurriedly leaned back.
Someone was assassinating him. Who was it? The seven Ancient Assassins were all within his field of vision, so the attacker at his side...
Yiluo?
"Pfft!"
There was no time to