lcionline Chapter 1873 You can't control it now!
Chapter 1873 You can't control it now!
“It means exactly what it says.” Song Siming replied calmly, still in a normal tone:
"Since I helped you, it means we are now allies."
"Now that we're allies, do you think it's appropriate for me to abandon you when I'm in danger?"
"I didn't ask you to help me!" Yongye was getting anxious and began trying other methods to break through the light veil surrounding her:
"You came to me all by yourself!"
"But you still accepted it, didn't you?" Song Siming replied without turning his head.
"So we are allies now."
"I've helped you, so you have to help me too."
Seeing that Song Siming had no intention of letting him leave, Yongye turned to the slowly approaching skeletal throne and said:
"I'm not an ally of his. Whatever grudges you two have is none of my business!"
The skeletal throne, adorned with a golden mask bearing the head of a dragon, remained silent, its gaze never wavering.
It was as if they hadn't heard Yongye speak at all.
Yongye frowned, then added a threat:
"I was once the true god who wielded 'fear' and 'revenge,' and I have methods you can't even imagine!"
"If you dare lay a hand on me, I promise I'll repay you tenfold, a hundredfold!!"
Silence remained beneath the golden mask; not a single word was uttered.
For a fleeting moment, Yongye felt like a noisy clown.
Unable to get a response to his questions, he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and extricate himself from the predicament.
Whether it's innate ability or an attack method formed from authority, it's like a stone sinking into a swamp when it lands on that flowing, light gauze curtain.
There were no results.
Instead, Eternal Night exhausted himself, making his already anxious mood even worse.
What the hell is this flowing, sheer curtain?
Why does it swallow all attacks?
This is completely unreasonable!
Song Siming also felt it was unreasonable.
For in his horrified vision, the skeletal throne adorned with a golden mask and a dragon's head was slowly emerging from the light veil that enveloped him!
Not blocked from the outside,
Unlike the attack launched by Eternal Night, it was not directly swallowed up and disappeared.
The leader of the Order of Scales walked through the curtain with such a fresh and beautiful appearance!
Although the process was as slow as a snail's pace.
When most of the skeletal throne had disappeared into the curtain and was less than two meters away from Song Siming, the latter could no longer remain calm and began frantically searching his body.
Upon seeing this, Yongye initially thought that Song Siming had some secret trump card that could deal with this strange being who had suddenly appeared.
After searching for a long time, he only managed to pull out a bunch of useless things from the storage items.
The only thing that seems somewhat useful is a very common ultimate weapon.
Of course, the attack did not have the slightest effect in stopping the attack.
The skeletal throne passed completely through the light gauze curtain and stopped in front of Song Siming, extending its right hand.
The obscure and difficult-to-understand pronunciation emanated from beneath the golden mask of the dragon's head, each word exuding an irresistible majesty:
Give me the things.
The stone-skinned man's ugly expression revealed Song Siming's desperate situation.
But Song Siming still responded with feigned toughness:
"Why?!"
"Because you simply can't grasp it right now," the Bone Throne replied calmly.
"Whether it's the prop itself or the authority contained within it."
"Wh-what..." Song Siming's face grew increasingly grim, and even his tone became stammering.
He suddenly felt as if the other person had completely seen through him, as if he were completely naked!
wrong,
It's not just that they weren't wearing clothes.
The other party may have even seen through the stone-skinned human body he was inhabiting!
Those eyes, hidden behind the golden mask of the dragon's head, so blurry and distorted that the pupils were no longer visible, were now staring straight into Song Siming's consciousness!
You'll understand later.
The obscure and incomprehensible voice came again, pulling Song Siming out of his daze.
The next instant, he was surprised to find that the [Time-Traces Pocket Watch] that he had been tightly holding in his hand had inexplicably appeared in the other person's palm.
Song Siming instinctively wanted to snatch it back.
Before he could even raise his hand, the Bone Throne of the Order of Scales sect had already left the area covered by the light veil and was slowly moving towards Elisa.
The whole process was unhurried and relaxed.
He left behind only a sophisticated and stylish back view, leaving Song Siming dumbfounded.
"Give the things back..."
Before the angry shout could be fully uttered, the figure of the Bone Throne had already disappeared with a leisurely stroll.
When they reappeared, they were already beside Elisa.
The golden-faced dragon nodded slightly to Elisa, as if it were a simple greeting between acquaintances. Then it reached out and caught the Time Dragon, which had shrunk to the size of a loach and was in a terrible state.
The gold and green "Time-Traces Pocket Watch" snapped open, releasing a ball of golden light.
Under the watchful eyes of Song Siming and the others, the golden ball of light hovered in mid-air for a while, showing a troubled expression.
After a long while, it stared straight toward the skeletal throne.
However, before it could even touch, the latter flicked it back into the air with a single finger.
After wandering around for most of the way, it finally drifted crookedly toward the dying Time Dragon and quietly disappeared into it.
The disintegrating body was soothed at this moment, and the dissipated divinity was reassembled and condensed.
"You damn bastard, why did you have to ruin my plans?!"
Seeing that the Bone Saint had finished all this and then tossed the pocket watch back to Mo Xing, Song Siming could no longer suppress his anger and loudly questioned:
"I have no grudge against you, why are you trying to harm me?!"
The skeletal holy throne wearing the golden mask with a dragon's head did not speak. Instead, Mo Xing, who had caught the pocket watch, coldly said:
"He didn't hurt you."
He's trying to help you.
"Help me?!" Song Siming's face was full of disbelief.
"What the hell are you guys doing?!"
however,
Before he could figure out what was going on,
Suddenly, a portal opened in front of them!
A figure enveloped in blackish-green gas suddenly burst forth and charged straight at him!
Although he was menacing, there was a clear lack of coordination between his attack movements and his body movements, indicating that they were not yet fully synchronized.
As a result, the overall impression is one of being flustered and prone to making mistakes.
However, Song Siming was still quite wary of that demonic aura, so he took evasive measures immediately.
As everyone knows,
The other party's real target was not him at all, but the thin veil surrounding him and the eternal night behind it!
The two shifted their bodies,
The next instant, Song Siming heard the sizzling sound of demonic energy corroding his ears.
……