Dongfang Xu's voice was weakening, but his tone was as firm as ever.
"Wait a moment, I have something to deal with."
Ye Hanjun interrupted Dongfang Xu, the White Crow Mark on his left shoulder flickering slightly.
Ever since the battle began, Mo had been conveying his desire to come out, yearning for the arrival of pain.
Ye Hanjun estimated that the time was right. He could perhaps show Dongfang Xu something different.
"Where... where is the pain..."
"It doesn't hurt at all... not at all..."
"I feel so bad! So lonely! So desperate! I wish I could die! Can anyone help me!!"
The Doomsday Messenger emerged, staggering.
It stood on the beleaguered battlefield, raising its head towards the rising sun. The lower half of its face exposed, filled with loneliness and desolation.
"Is this… your Blood Covenant?"
Dongfang Xu's breath hitched, his dim, scarlet eyes freezing.
From the information he had gathered, Master Han, as an Active Awakener, had immense potential.