It was over!
He was cooked!
Hoolay truly wanted to die.
The worst outcome, or rather, the worst future, was coming true step by step.
That fucking Jiang Yao really wanted to turn him into a never-ending wolf meat production machine!
Hoolay could clearly feel it.
His wounds were itching.
Some inexplicable energy was nourishing his body, too.
But nourishment was all it provided.
It actually did nothing to increase his strength!
Quite the opposite.
It felt very much like a restraint placed on him.
Did you know how to make pigs put on meat?
The answer was simple.
Castration.
Once castrated, a pig would no longer have any horny thoughts.
It would go straight into post-nut clarity, eating, waiting to die, and putting on meat in peace.
Hoolay realized he was pretty much in the same situation.
He itched all over, and his shriveled body was gradually filling out.
His physical condition was clearly improving.
Yet his mind felt as though it had been castrated.
All he wanted was to get comfortable, do nothing, think about nothing, and quietly wait to put on meat...
Terrifying!
Utterly terrifying!
Hoolay simply couldn't imagine what kind of godlike figure Jiang Yao was.
How could he possess such divine methods?!
Of course, he had no way of knowing.
Because Jiang Yao had already left with Phantylia and Jingliu.
And right before Hoolay's eyes, too.
He had swallowed Jingliu in one gulp.
Then disappeared.
How should one put it?
Hoolay's feelings were incredibly complicated.
Jingliu had been swallowed?
That called for celebration.
But the next one to be swallowed...
Would apparently be him?
He fucking didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
All he could do was quietly await his end in the Prison of Deep Seclusion.
"Don't leave..."
At that very moment, Hoolay...