Mo Ling watched as the Primordial Cell and the Sheep-headed Man struck a deal.
Then, the Primordial Cell on the shelf slowly broke free from its restraints and floated back into the sky.
This time, the Sheep-headed Man didn't stop it, though its expression seemed somewhat regretful.
It casually swung its saw, cutting its own shelf in half, then ran off and vanished from sight.
The Primordial Cell didn't linger, either. The bubble retracted into the cell, which then slowly vanished, making it impossible for the Transparent Race People's stones to hit it.
The cell floated through the air once more, disappearing into the darkness high above, its destination unknown.
'What an incomprehensible creature.'
After a moment of silence, the Transparent Race People began to cheer wildly.
"We defeated the Blasphemer!"
Cheers and laughter echoed throughout the area as everyone celebrated another victory for their faith.
