He Jie had already been driven mad by the pain.
But when he heard Yang Yong's words.
Like a drowning man clutching at his last straw, he began struggling with the tongue in his mouth, which no longer obeyed him:
"The City Lord..."
"Only the City Lord can ruin their plan!"
"But isn't the City Lord dead?"
"Not dead!"
He Jie's mouth had begun to distort under the suction from that hole, his voice becoming warped and indistinct.
"Only the City Lord's Seven Emotional Incarnations can enter the mirror and bring the City Lord's soul out..."
"Only the City Lord's authority can catalyze Mechanical City..."
He spoke in broken bursts, pouring all his strength into every word.
By the time his last sentence fell, the hole had swallowed its way up to his mouth.
He Jie's lips were stretched into an eerie curve, as though someone were tearing outward from inside his skull.
"I hate..."
After he said those two words, his entire head was swallowed.
The hole began spreading downward.
His neck.
His shoulders.
His chest.
Seeing that he could squeeze no more information out of He Jie, Yang Yong abruptly exercised the Grand Elder's authority.
He mobilized the authority of every elder.
As fast as he could, Yang Yong compiled an account of the entire incident.
Send.
Three seconds.
Hum...
The ground shook.
The Core Area that the Fleshball Monster had swallowed earlier reappeared.
It was as though it were growing out of the ground.
It rose inch by inch.
Clack, clack...
Clack, clack...
The sound of chains turning kept coming from underground.
The sound was muffled.
As though some enormous mechanism were being activated.
Yang Yong's heart lurched.
Could it be...
There was another structure beneath Mechanical City's Core Area?
He immediately thought of the Core Control