Deep within his sea of consciousness, Shen Huai'an's aura surged violently.
The moment he thought of this fiend using his body to massacre countless living beings, even bearing an eternal infamy, the fury in his heart erupted like a volcano.
Yet no matter how he struggled, Motian Xing's Divine Soul was like a towering mountain, utterly unmoving.
"Damn it... damn it!!"
Shen Huai'an gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.
He understood that, in order to assimilate the Heavenly Bone into a demonic bone, Motian Xing would not completely erase his consciousness for the time being.
As long as this sliver of consciousness remained, he still had a chance!
He had to lie low, staring at Motian Xing like a venomous snake. The instant this fiend revealed even the slightest opening while using a secret technique or fighting, he had to seize back control of this body!
"..."
At the same time, within a secret chamber of the Great Li Imperial Palace.
The dim glow of the Formation gradually faded. Zhao Xuankong and Mo Bufan sat cross-legged facing each other, slowly withdrawing their power.
With the royal family's vast reserves of countless heavenly treasures and supreme-grade pills, the severed arms that Su Yueli had forcibly broken had long since sprouted flesh and regrown whole. Most of their internal injuries had also healed.
Zhao Xuankong looked at his newly grown arm and slowly clenched his fist, a trace of lingering fear flashing through his eyes.
He gave a bitter smile. "A pure martial artist of the Fourteenth Realm... At my age, if I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that such a monster existed in this world."
Mo Bufan stroked his beard, his expression grave. "Keeping our lives was already an immense