For the first time, Li Su stood there and cursed his mother for over five minutes without a shred of decorum.
After he was done cursing, all that remained was a bellyful of regret, so intense his guts had practically turned green with it.
Why had he come out today instead of waiting a few more days, or coming earlier?
How had his brain short-circuited so badly that, knowing the Alchemy Tower was having problems, he still chose to act now?
Looking deep into the corpses at the little one's slightly dimmed brilliant luster, Li Su found it piercingly glaring, like needles in his heart.
In fact, the instant he saw it, Li Su had even briefly wondered whether this was a pit the Metal Life race had deliberately dug for him, just waiting for him to jump in.
It was simply too much of a coincidence.
He had only just arrived at Final Cemetery, and the one surveillance device by his side—the hovering craft—had shut down, unable to enter with him and record this scene.
And as an outsider, Li Su knew very well just how suspicious he was right now.
A first-time outsider of unknown identity, possessing the Soul Great Dao, appearing before the Metal Life race's extremely important missing little one.
And that was not all. Just look at the little one's condition.
He could not help but curse. Which plague-stricken bastard had designed this trap?
What was happening inside it was not merely a metal abnormality. It was mixed with the Dao techniques of cultivators. Though deeply concealed, it unquestionably involved the Soul and Darkness Great Daos.
Without question, if any Metal Life appeared here right now and saw the state of Final Cemetery—
He, Li Su, would absolutely be the biggest mastermind behind this disappearance!