The Sheep-headed Man remained standing in a daze, completely unaware of what was about to happen.
The transparent liquid on the ground began to slowly flow back, creeping up the Sheep-headed Man's body.
The liquid began to bore into the Sheep-headed Man's body, bonding with its flesh.
'The Prophet of a Hundred Faces must have realized long ago that the Sheep-headed Man was also a Theseus Cell lifeform, so it wants to graft it, too.'
Mo Ling frantically began teleporting the transparent liquid, trying to salvage the situation.
But there was too much of the liquid, and most of it had already bored deep inside the Sheep-headed Man's body.
From Mo Ling's perspective, the liquid had even penetrated the Sheep-headed Man's brain and was now boring its way toward the Red Rope Worm within.
'This is bad.'
'If the Sheep-headed Man is successfully grafted, the Prophet of a Hundred Faces will become more powerful than ever before.'
