Luckily, the sensation was fleeting, so he could be certain that he had been swept over but not seen clearly...
Mu Daxian held his breath with his heart in his throat, observing the condition of the rest of Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang's body, while also attuning to the rhythmic pulsation of the elevator, his fists clenched, feeling as if he was trying to escape from a cremation furnace...
If Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang were to die prematurely, the Sneering Angel would discover them.
Once that happened, the elevator would be no different from a cremation furnace that had its last door sealed.
The Sneering Angel wandered within the elevator, and Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang's movements gradually ceased...
"Brother Xian... I... I'm so tired... I feel like... like I'm going to fall asleep..." the head of Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang drooped, its eyelids sagging as it spoke in a barely audible breath.
