"Phfft!"
"Phfft... Phfft..."
The man in the silver robe flew into a rage, cursing madly and lashing out with his hands at a large tree, whacking it with smacking sounds...
His condition worsened rapidly, not only was his vision failing him, but his sense of touch also became severely impaired, unable to distinguish between striking a person or a tree, a distinction so clear that he couldn't feel it anymore.
The three middle-aged powerhouses stood there, dumbfounded, opening their mouths but unable to say a word.
In the past few days, they felt unbearably wronged. Xiang Jianren had been making an effort; he had been deeply engrossed in his research.
Initially, there were no effects, no reactions at all.
However, gradually, he seemed to have found some clues, and when drawing subtle runes in blood over the heart of the man in the silver robe, the man at least showed some reactions.
