At the end of the white browed elder's words, Maxwell's eyes quivered before they gradually opened.
Maxwell immediately sucked in a cold breath of air. His palms and his back were basically covered in cold sweat because the insect inside his brain was constantly eating away at his will. It was extremely uncomfortable to the point that he almost couldn't endure it anymore.
During his journey here, his will felt like it was on the brink of death. The loss of will that disappeared bit by bit made him panic. If it weren't for the spiritual intent he had hidden away early on activating, that green divine undying insect may have already turned him into one of Ferris's undying puppets.
Maxwell was desperately resisting and restraining himself so that his true expression wouldn't be revealed on his face.
When being brought to Purgatory, Maxwell's heart felt like it had risen to his throat the whole way. If Ferris were to discover his ploy, then everything would be game over.
