Hongjun felt like dying. Had he helped that bastard again? But why had he made the wrong choice back then? He refused to believe it. "What exactly is Chiyou doing?" Hongjun stared fixedly at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"He's going to self-destruct!"
That simple sentence made Hongjun's ass go numb. Self-destruct? Hongjun understood, yet he could not accept it. In other words, Chiyou could not beat Qin Fen and had been forced to trigger the mark's self-destruction.
That explained it. If he self-destructed, their strength would wax and wane in opposite directions, letting him surpass Qin Fen in an instant. And just his luck, Hongjun had mistaken Qin Fen for Chiyou and thought he was at a disadvantage!
You really are a pig! That was what the Great Dao had said, and Hongjun had believed it! Damn it! At the time, he had thought it was a provocation! He had even mocked the Great Dao. There was no justice in this world. When truth was mistaken for falsehood, truth became falsehood—the Great Dao had clearly been warning him!
He felt awful. His heart ached. Hongjun felt his entire face go numb.
There was nothing he could do about it. After being burned once, it was like the boy who cried wolf. No matter what the Great Dao said, Hongjun would not believe it and insisted on doing the opposite. And now, he had screwed himself over again.
By triggering the mark for Qin Fen, did Chiyou still have any chance of surviving? No wonder the Twelve Ancestral Witches had not died. Given Qin Fen's Karma, if the mark were triggered, Chiyou simply could not absorb more than him. In other words, he had invisibly boosted Qin Fen's strength and narrowed the gap between the two of them? *I want to