Stomach-Opening Surgery

Square and angular, with sharp edges—if Li Ziran had to describe the space before him, he could barely call it a coffin.

It was just large enough for him to stand hunched over or lie flat on the ground.

Leaning against the wall, Li Ziran quietly watched the yellow-furred rats flee in panic, a weary yet relieved smile appearing on his face.

Perhaps on the Red Soil Continent, he was the first person to torment rats like this.

It was time to let these little fellows rest.

Only after the last rat had left did Li Ziran slowly wipe away his smile and examine this peculiar operating table again.

The sharp angles around him resembled a limestone cave formed by stalactites, the jutting rocks crooked and twisted like nails.

If he stood even a little straighter or raised his head slightly, he would strike those protruding rocks.

Other than the somewhat level ground, this place was practically piled together from spikes.

And it was dark as death here.

He had no idea how deep underground he had gone, but it definitely was not shallow.

Li Ziran took out the Elfstones. The two stones emitted a faint moonlight, so weak it could almost be ignored, yet it was precious illumination for the surgery ahead.

Of course, this was nowhere near sufficient for a normal operation. But he had no choice but to place his hopes on his mental power and his proficiency in organ transplantation.

This was certainly going to be a novel surgery.

Cough, cough!

Li Ziran coughed lightly. The lingering stone dust in the air was extraordinarily unpleasant, while the power of the Elemental Tide had weakened drastically, leaving him, a creature dependent on tidal power, stifled and uncomfortable.

It was as though he had developed altitude sickness. Before