Yi Chen had anticipated earlier that Jin probably wouldn't go through with it,
but he hadn't expected her to switch the option from "head" to "arm."
Although completely indifferent to the pain of his arm being torn off, even using the pain to stimulate his body and quickly warm up,
this left arm had been broken by the village chief not long ago and had only just been reattached before Jin dismantled it again... Yi Chen always felt this old fellow was somewhat pitiable.
His gaze shifted toward the center of the cave, to the Holy Embryo, which floated in the air with umbilical cord wings.
Between the retinas, ancient texts woven by maggots slowly emerged.
"Distorted Holy Embryo - Marcos (Open Source obstructed, glimpsed some ancient knowledge)"