It was only a few words to say, but not easy to do.
After all, to Fu Qian, he was the one being swallowed. What he was doing now was equivalent to asking his opponent to kill itself.
It was even like asking himself to kill himself. "The merging of selves" was no empty phrase; one careless move, and the anchor of his self-identity could shift.
At that moment, he even remembered the earnest instructions his superior had given him before he left.
Was Cas's state of struggling with himself similar to this feeling?
The Dean truly lived up to his name. Even if he hadn't studied certain things in depth, he had still provided guidance and a demonstration in a way that felt like the will of heaven.
Of course, the hardest part was having to set aside his curiosity.
This was an opportunity that might never come again. Every extra glance was a gain.
But once he returned to himself, he would lose the ability to perceive it.
In fact, considering that, Fu Qian had already pushed himself to the very limit.
Behind that seemingly effortless tear lay a perfect fusion of strength, will, and practical experience, along with a thorough calculation of the cost—cough, cough!
Since becoming the Mechanical King of Prison Break, Fu Qian had rarely coughed, but now he did so twice.
It was like he'd just dealt himself an Internal Organ Critical Hit. For a moment, he could barely stay on his feet.
As for his body, it was even more gruesome. To put it roughly, if A Fei still had his wits about him, even he would have looked at this and decided that the torment he'd suffered as a Tool Person earlier wasn't worth holding a grudge over.
Fortunately, the results made