Fortunately, the sensation passed in an instant. He was sure the gaze had swept over him, but it had not gotten a clear look...
His heart in his throat, Mu Daxian watched the rest of Impersonator Mao Feiyang's body while feeling the elevator's rhythmic movements. Holding his breath and clenching his fists, he felt as though he were escaping a cremation furnace...
If Impersonator Mao Feiyang died too soon, the Grinning Angels would discover them.
Once that happened, this elevator would be no different from a cremation furnace with its last door shut.
The Grinning Angels drifted through the elevator, and Impersonator Mao Feiyang gradually stopped moving...
"Daxian... I... I'm so tired... I feel... like I'm falling asleep..." Impersonator Mao Feiyang's head spoke with drooping eyelids, his voice barely a thread.
Mu Daxian glanced at him. Almost his entire head had turned to stone, but he remained completely unaware.
The Grinning Angel greedily sucked up the supernatural power inside him. That power evaporated uncontrollably from his body like mist, immediately condensing into pure white powder particles that crossed dimensions and entered the Grinning Angel's nostrils.
The Grinning Angel closed its eyes, its brows relaxing slightly, its face filled with that eerie yet utterly blissful expression.
Mu Daxian hurriedly reached out and discreetly felt around Impersonator Mao Feiyang's body. He confirmed that it was still holding up fairly well. Though it showed signs of petrification, it still qualified as flesh and blood.
Unfortunately, the head was nowhere near as resilient as the body. An unnatural expression also appeared on the chilling face of the Grinning Angel staring at the head and continually sucking out its supernatural power. If he had to describe it, it was probably like an old drinker picking out a bowl of fine liquor to enjoy alone, only