Gold Saint's expression immediately stiffened. His hand clamped tightly around Luolisha's throat, unconsciously tightening until she suddenly felt pain and slowly woke up.
"Lord Naimus!" Luolisha called Naimus's name, sounding somewhat embarrassed.
Naimus did not respond. He merely watched Gold Saint, watched him lose his composure.
"Why?" Gold Saint said earnestly. "Only I possess the Holy Son Completion Ritual, and I even gave you this chance at completion!"
"Why?!"
Gold Saint could not understand. He had even let go of his greatest obsession, all just to survive. As long as he lived, he could use his own flesh and blood or other experimental materials to replicate Clement's experiment once more.
When that time came, even if the current Holy Son Completion Ritual had flaws, he could complete it and create a true Holy Son Completion Ritual!
Yet at this moment, those beautiful fantasies were ruthlessly rejected by Naimus.
"From beginning to end, you've thought like an eater of men. You're already too deeply connected to this ritual."
"I don't want to follow in your footsteps," Naimus said.
Upon hearing Naimus's words, Gold Saint froze. Then he felt himself becoming weaker than ever before.
Something was constantly devouring his body, and the speed was growing faster and faster.
"No, I'm an experiment subject! I'm a victim!" Gold Saint let out a roar of despair and fury. "I just didn't want to be eaten! What did I do wrong?!"
Gold Saint tightened his hand, wanting to crush Luolisha's throat and drag one more companion down to death with him in his final moments.
Yet now, his grip merely caused Luolisha slight pain. He could no longer break through the defenses on the surface of her body.
Gold Saint grew smaller and smaller, like a withered fruit. He collapsed to the ground, and