Aiwass reached out to touch the petrified Benevolent Lord, his fingertips emitting the radiance of curse purification.
His face was full of pity, but this emotion did not originate from the petrified Benevolent Lord.
As Aiwass touched the stone statue, scaly flakes fell away, revealing patches of flesh.
The originally grey-white statue gradually regained color.
—But at that moment, Aiwass suddenly stopped the treatment. It was like a surgery that abruptly ended halfway through.
Yet, at that moment, the Benevolent Lord of Rock Cellar City had already regained some consciousness.
His face contorted in terror, as if trying desperately to avoid a snake approaching him, despite moving in slow motion, several times slower than usual. Not only did he fail to dodge it, but the snake even climbed onto his limbs. The expression on his face was akin to watching a snake coil around his limbs and gradually approach his heart.
