Mo Ling was a little frightened by Shi Beng's words. He hurriedly checked the Cube and found that it was still no different from before.
"What was replaced? Isn't it still the same?"
Yet Shi Beng still looked terrified.
Thinking of Shi Beng's earlier description of Divergent Vein Disease, Mo Ling came up with a way to prove that he was not afflicted.
While Li Luo was talking with Shi Beng, he slowly descended. Once Shi Beng had calmed down and let his guard down, he accelerated and charged forward.
By the time Shi Beng noticed the Cube and tried to flee, it had already rushed in front of him and slammed straight into him while he was off guard.
Pinning Shi Beng against the metal wall, Mo Ling even rubbed the Cube against him before flying far away.
After being rubbed like that, Shi Beng began trembling all over, the ripples coursing through him faster than ever before.
He stared blankly at his own body, standing still like an immovable stone, not knowing what to do.
His expression froze into a dazed look, his arms spread helplessly as he suffered an immense shock.
It seemed he wanted to separate the parts that had been touched, just as before. Shi Beng's joints began trembling again, but this time was different—Mo Ling had rubbed every part of his body.
He had no idea what to do.
Mo Ling watched Shi Beng with a touch of wicked amusement. His goal had already been achieved.
Shi Beng's hoarse, rough voice mixed with the roar of clashing metal and stone, as if he wanted to say something.
But he stammered and got stuck, too frightened to utter a word.
"Did I scare him into something being wrong?" Mo Ling grew a little worried.
Fortunately,