Since their last meeting, Old Man Logan had changed beyond recognition.
Fu Qian sized up the mass of muscle and bone and sighed.
The old man had been too reckless when he faced the True God that had descended upon Ariel, and had lost control. But when Fu Qian had saved him, he had still looked somewhat human.
Now, at a glance, his body was even larger than a demigod puppet's, and he had almost no human features left.
The only consolation was that he seemed quiet enough. He wasn't struggling or howling.
From what Xiumeng and the others were saying, the Night Watchers had already tried everything they could. There was nothing more they could do, so they'd taken a chance and come here.
In truth, although the Hunting Squad was extremely wary of him, Fu Qian wasn't bored enough to start causing trouble.
He was even curious about how Xiumeng planned to save Logan with "flames"—holy crap, were all Night Watchers reckless?
The next moment, the scene before him drew an admiring sigh from Fu Qian.
Once he realized he couldn't drive Fu Qian out, Xiumeng acted with startling decisiveness.
He didn't even bother to introduce himself. He simply got started.
Logan's massive, crouched body seemed to be lifted by an invisible force. Without hesitation, it began moving toward the stone coffin.
Just then, another ring of fire spread outward, and at least a third of it slammed into Logan.
In an instant, flames much like those covering Xiumeng and the others—but at least ten times stronger—engulfed Logan's entire body.
The change seemed to bring unbearable pain. Logan immediately began thrashing wildly where he lay. Flesh writhed like worms inside his deformed body, and the sound of bones snapping was like firecrackers.
Old Man Logan was having