Just then, Qing Chen stood by the cabin door, gripping both sides tightly, his eyes fixed on the ground below.
They had already arrived above Guatemala City, the capital of Guatemala. The countless lights below glittered like stars, and even a villa looked as tiny as an ant.
Trying to find a target from this altitude was nearly impossible.
Qing Chen hesitated beside the aircraft cabin. The Life and Death Trial was not something he absolutely had to challenge.
In truth, his path of cultivation had been smoother than anyone else's. His master, Li Shutong, had needed to complete seven Life and Death Trials to advance to demigod, but Qing Chen had become a demigod after completing only six.
Now, whether he challenged the remaining two Life and Death Trials would probably no longer help his cultivation realm in any way.
So when it came to gambling with his life again, he had to consider whether it was worth the cost.
Was it worth it?
He was already a demigod. Was there any need to undertake the final two Life and Death Trials? Even success would bring little benefit, while failure meant death.
Not challenging and challenging were two different choices. The first was the safer choice: not challenging them.
The Gene Lock concerned the path to godhood, yet even though Boss He was not a knight, he had survived the injection despite his skin turning entirely gray.
If not for the battle at Silver City, Boss He would never have come to harm. He might even have retained his sense of self.
Thus, Qing Chen's final fallback was to give up on completing the Life and Death Trials now, inject the drug immediately, and continue living as an Experimental Subject.
Boss He had been able to preserve his sanity,