Wang Shi hurriedly stopped him.
He grabbed his hand.
"??"
"What are you doing? I really have a way to help you. Why won't you listen to reason?"
"Do you want help or not?"
"If you need help, nod. Otherwise, I absolutely won't lift a finger."
Just then, Houtu and the others hurried over.
"Little Tu, you chatterbox, can't you say a little less? If you want to help, just help. Go ahead and do it! Why ask whether he agrees? Aren't you just looking for an excuse to squeeze in a few more words?"
"He's already in so much pain! His flesh is suffering from the corrosion of dark power, he keeps twisting his body, and he still has to endure your verbal bombardment, tormenting his soul."
"You really make people want to kill you! If he could beat you, he'd seal your mouth shut right now, pummel you, and teach you a good, hard lesson."
Everyone present was dumbstruck.
Apparently, these people had been imprisoned in darkness for so long that none of them were in a particularly healthy state of mind.
Could being a chatterbox be contagious?
Clearly, even Houtu had become quite the chatterbox.
Wang Shi rolled his eyes.
He began tapping Hongjun all over his body.
A moment later, a surge of scorching power erupted inside Hongjun.
As that power erupted, the dark energy within his body dissipated bit by bit.
But the extreme heat made him feel as though he had been plunged into a furnace burning at millions of degrees.
In the blink of an eye, terrifying energy scorched his body.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun felt as though he was about to burn to ashes, his body enduring unimaginable torment.
And this scorching energy was erupting from within his own body.
He felt weak,