"Why bother?" Wu Heng's voice rang out again.
"You insignificant insect! When I catch you, crush your flesh, and imprison your soul, I'll tell you why you shouldn't have bothered!" Livimara roared in fury.
It felt that the intelligence it took such pride in had been insulted.
It had actually been toyed with time and again like this, and by a human no less—a lowly being regarded as food.
This was unforgivable.
"It seems you still haven't understood." Wu Heng's voice was utterly calm.
"Now that you've sent Baal away, only four Great Evil Spirits remain. I can hold off two, while the Black Bone giant beside me holds off the other two. I'm sure you can see that, with our strength, we can do this—at the very least, we can leave.
"Though you are Great Evil Spirits and your strength is formidable, you can no longer keep us here.
"So in truth, you only have two choices.
"One is to leave immediately, take the Marrow Button with you, and return with something to show for it, allowing the Flesh-Weaving Machine to advance.
"The other is for all of you to stay. Your five Great Evil Spirits may be able to keep us here, but the Marrow Button will remain as well. Once the time comes, I'll reconnect with it and make it explode again.
"Perhaps one of you will be killed in the blast. Perhaps you'll manage to keep all of us behind. But there definitely won't be a Marrow Button left!
"Now isn't the time for me to choose. It's time for you to choose, Livimara.
"I believe you possess wisdom, considering you can make decisions on behalf of the other four Great Evil Spirits and bear the title of an Alchemical Evil Spirit.
"It's time to choose,