"Ugh—" Wang Le couldn't stop it in time, his expression was quite horrified.
"If you want to live, get out quickly, otherwise you'll perish with the core." I held a lighter in one hand and a crystal in the other. Now I could confirm Wang Le was polluted and controlled by the core. He led me in here, wanting me to become a slave to the core as well. I guessed he was anxious because I hadn't changed yet.
Fortunately, Wang Le wasn't determined to defend the core to the death. His struggle lasted only a moment, then he turned and fled.
I watched him leave the light entity and was about to press the lighter's switch when suddenly a voice pierced into my mind—'Xiemu,' a word, an ancient term that surprised me.
Indeed, my tribe also has ancient script. When we studied before, everyone had to learn a very old language.
