Zhuge Yuan's successful Cultivation of Truth gave Li Huowang a glimmer of inspiration. If Zhuge Yuan could do it, then maybe others could try too.
Among those he had encountered, only a few were weaker than Zhuge Yuan but not by much.
He didn't know if it would work, but in this situation, he had no choice but to grasp at straws.
Even if it only bought them a little time, that would be good. There was bound to be reinforcements later.
Li Huowang took a deep breath, his body trembling as he closed his eyes and struggled to recall the moment when Master Danyang had possessed his body.
It was a memory he had always tried to suppress, but now Li Huowang dug it out once again.
As Li Huowang's head shook with a heavy blur, his charred skin began to regrow, not as the flesh he once had, but as a wrinkled layer of flesh and skin.
