"By the time the ritual duration ends, I should be dead, right?"
Li Huowang slowly raised his sword, as the bugs on his abdomen crawled up his severed arm, wriggling into motion.
In a few breaths, he had a new left hand formed by the intertwining worms.
After trying out his new hand, Li Huowang nodded in satisfaction and once again looked into the distance at the five "Oblivion Path" disciples entangled with Master Danyang.
At this moment, in Li Huowang's eyes, Master Danyang still bore that terrifying appearance, while the faces of the other five had completely transformed into flesh and blood mahjong tiles.
As soon as he thought about his imminent death, Li Huowang's heart began to settle down, and he walked toward them with his sword in hand.
Li Huowang, charging forward, wielded his sword and chopped off the head in the center belonging to Master Danyang.
"Master, don't panic, your disciple is coming to help you!"
