Zhuge Yuan's success in the Cultivation of Truth gave Li Huowang a hint. Since Zhuge Yuan could do it, perhaps others could try as well.
However, in his experience, few beings existed who were weaker than Zhuge Yuan, but not by too much.
He wasn't sure if it would help, but in this desperate situation, he had to try anything and everything.
Even if it just bought him a bit of time, that would be enough—reinforcements would surely arrive later.
Li Huowang took a deep breath. Trembling, he shut his eyes, forcing himself to recall the moment when Master Danyang had possessed his body.
He had always wanted to conceal that memory, but now, Li Huowang dug that feeling out once more.
As Li Huowang's head shook with double vision, his scorched skin began to regenerate, but it did not grow back his former flesh. Instead, a layer of wrinkled skin formed.
