Chapter 1997: The Sage's Ashes Urn
At that moment, Song Shuhang was the only living being beside the Immortal Bone.
Little White counted as part of the "pseudo–Real Illusion," and was not among the targets of the Blood Sacrifice.
Thus, the blood formation locked directly onto Song Shuhang, intending to make him its sacrificial offering.
The blood condensed into ropes that pierced through space and coiled around him as though they were alive.
The Wooden Body seemed to have been struck by a Body-Fixing Technique, unable to move. The blood ropes burrowed into it and began the Blood Sacrifice ritual.
In the past, Song Shuhang had always used the roots of his Lotus Projection to entangle others. This time, it was finally his turn to be bound by someone else's spell.
That was always how it went when taking on a big shot—the situation could change in an instant. One second, you had the upper hand; the next, you could be pinned to the ground and thrashed.
"This is a dead end," Little White said.
"Yeah." Song Shuhang nodded. He was already used to this sort of adversity.
Boss Fat Ball had begun to unleash his fury, throwing out one method after another, with backup plans chained together.
With a Netherworld Ruler personally driving over him, what could a little Sixth-Grade True Lord like him possibly do?
"What are you planning to do?" Little White asked.
"I've already laid myself flat, ready to be run over without a fuss. How about you save me, Senior White?" Song Shuhang said.
Though he claimed he would obediently let himself be run over, his body was much more honest.
He still had a plan in mind.
First, he intended to spend the Wooden Body directly through Pay-to-Win. Better to die than submit—he would