"Will these two ever stop?"
As Fu Qian recited his self-styled, melodramatic declaration, it was Old Master Ji Xun who crumbled first.
The front part's meatball was manageable, but the inflating body behind, which was visually less impressive, exerted significantly more pressure.
Over countless years, abilities ingrained as naturally as eating and drinking, signs of losing control now emerged.
This was an unprecedented situation.
Fu Qian, being the origin of these changes, naturally felt it as well.
Though he was at the Demigod Level, he wasn't truly real.
The chaotic core effect of the Tyrant had apparently doubled the pressure on Ashfall.
Of course, Fu Qian wasn't embarrassed about this; it was intentional.
Despite this mission involving the revival and contest with the Native Council and being no simple task, how could he not seize such an opportunity?
If there really was something parasitic inside this Ashfall, it naturally needed some pressure to expose it.
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