Mo Ling watched as the Origin Cell and the Ram-Headed Man struck a deal.
Then, the Origin Cell on the rack slowly broke free of its restraints and returned to the sky.
This time, the Ram-Headed Man did not stop it. It merely looked somewhat regretful.
With a casual swing of its saw, it cut its own rack in half, then ran off elsewhere and vanished from sight.
The Origin Cell did not linger either. Once the bubble entered the cell, it slowly disappeared, and the Transparent Race could no longer hit it with their stones.
The cell drifted through the air again, entering the darkness high above, no one knowing which direction it had gone.
An incomprehensible creature.
After a moment of silence, the Transparent Race began cheering and celebrating.
"We defeated the blasphemer!"
Laughter and cheers spread throughout the area. Everyone rejoiced at another victory for their faith.
"This is another great victory for the Transparent Race! In a few days, we should hold another celebration, repair the temple, and make offerings to the Goddess. Maybe we'll receive her blessing!"
"I think we should carve this battle onto a stone tablet and place it at the entrance of the temple for future generations to admire, so everyone who comes to our village can see our wisdom and bravery!"
They congratulated one another. The Transparent Race member who had just climbed onto the roof was lifted up by his companions as they shouted, "Hero!"
Mo Ling watched for a while, sighed, and returned to the temple through the cave entrance.
Compared to the joyous celebration outside, the human squad inside the temple was clearly far more subdued.
Liang Zhi had already been restrained. A mechanical device behind him had locked onto his spine, but his face was full