Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
As long as Mo Fan did not struggle, he would not have to suffer a broken leg or arm.
When the Black-Silver Rock Demon grabbed Mo Fan's legs and lifted him off the ground upside down, he was beginning to regret his decision. What if Wen Xia was not reliable? What if she missed the attack?
The Black-Silver Rock Demon lifted Mo Fan to its chest, where its absorption system was.
The Black-Silver Rock Demon's chest began to move and soften. It gradually turned slimy as it transformed into mud. It was not like the usual black mud in a swamp, but a cluster of monsters that lacked the support of bones. They were bunched up together, their arms and tongues trying to drag Mo Fan into them.
Mo Fan had been through a lot, so he was still able to retain his calm.