The thirteen people in the Blood City's Posthumous Photograph represented thirteen different choices and thirteen different futures. As the disaster arrived, these thirteen people would gradually reveal what made them extraordinary.
The longer he delayed, the stranger and stronger they would become, and the harder they would be to kill.
Situ An was a perfect example. If Gao Ming hadn't acted before the great disaster arrived, he could never have imprisoned Situ An inside his heart. That bastard was practically born to be a villain. His methods, schemes, personality, and sheer number of hidden trump cards left him with almost no weaknesses.
"The Blood City can have only one master, and there can be only one future..."
As though worried that Gao Ming might waver, the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God rested his two blood-red arms on Gao Ming's shoulders. The Blood City Divine Patterns spread onto Gao Ming's body. The Flesh-and-Blood Immortal was willing to share everything with him.
Warm blood poured over Gao Ming's skin, and the aroma of flesh drifted through the air. The strength in his hands kept increasing, ignoring the shadows. Only when something was on the verge of mutating into existence did the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal stop.
Survivors living amid calamity willingly offered everything to certain ghost gods to gain power. With Gao Ming, the situation was reversed. The ghost god personally "spoon-fed" him, terrified that a "rift" might form between them.
As the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal shared without holding anything back, Gao Ming felt the changes in himself. It was as though his arms had previously been restricted by something invisible. In Hanhai, the upper limit of a living person's arm strength seemed to have been fixed in place, but just now, the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal had helped Gao Ming break through that limit.
"Is this the restraint