"Brother Xian..." Mao Feiyang desperately wanted to call out, but he remembered Mu Daxian's warning and clamped his hands over his mouth, not daring to make a sound.
Mu Daxian's arm had already turned an unnatural bluish gray. Now, at a speed visible to the naked eye, it faded to a deathly pallor, then began taking on the texture of a pure white sculpture...
An attack from a Grinning Angel left you without even the chance to become a night-walking species. There was only one outcome-becoming a completely dead sculpture!
Just then, Mao Feiyang saw Mu Daxian gently wave his other hand at him, as though stopping him from speaking, or saying goodbye...
Brother Xian... Mao Feiyang had never felt the fire in his chest so painfully stifled. The frustration and helplessness of being unable to do anything against the Grinning Angels, the anguish and grief of watching Mu Daxian come under their attack because of him—all those emotions seemed about to erupt.
A low growl began rising in his throat. He slowly stood up and reached for the drawing board on his back...
He tried to pull it out, only to find that Mu Daxian had reached over and pinned it down.
"?!" Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian in confusion.
Mu Daxian's face was deathly pale, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. His eyes stared blankly into the empty space ahead, and he was desperately anxious too.
Finally!
The elevator began slowing down!
Mu Daxian's eyes lit up!
Mao Feiyang had never seen eyes so bright. They were like a blazing sun hanging high above a world filled with yellow sand!
The golden radiance in Mu Daxian's eyes, as cold as the bright moon, blazed fiercely at that moment, as though it held a sun within!
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