"Where the hell am I?"
"Wasn't I subjected to a control spell?"
Xin Dog suddenly jolted awake. He first checked his body and, finding no injuries, then looked around the surroundings.
What he saw was a wrecked experiment site, strewn with chunks of flesh and remains. The floor was covered in thick blood, even submerging his ankles.
In front of him was a heavy metallic bed, stained with blood, where Natural War Maniac was firmly fixed.
He then looked warily beside him.
The body belonging to Mantou was already lying in the pool of blood, silent like a dead corpse.
Xin Dog felt a bit puzzled again. The mage who had possessed Mantou had easily dealt with the three of them and was in his own lair without encountering any enemies. How could he have suddenly disappeared?
"Did that 'Vagnard' vanish?"
"Did the spell terminate, or is there some other reason?"
A blurred figure seemed to float out of the Soul-Devouring Pot and enter the body.
Xin Dog gasped,
"Mantou?"