Mo Xie, his body a mangled ruin, his life force hanging by a thread, saw a glimmer of hope in Yun Lintian's words. He gathered what little strength he had left, his voice a raspy whisper.
"Heal me," he rasped, his voice a fractured echo of its former booming power. "Heal me first, and I will tell you everything. Everything about the Lord of Chaos, Yao Huang, and the God of Fate."
Yun Niu, her face pale with a mixture of fear and fury, stepped forward. "Big Brother Yun, don't listen to him!"
Yun Lintian, however, remained unmoved. His gaze, sharp as the edge of his Heaven Piercing Sword, was fixed on Mo Xie. He could sense the truth in the Ancient Devil God's words, a desperate sincerity born of utter defeat. Yet, he also recognized the cunning that still flickered within that single, bloodshot eye.
