Staring at the scene before them, neither of them spoke a word.
Chi Wan couldn't even bring herself to look into their eyes. She lowered her voice and asked Li Xingye, "Is... is there any way to save them?"
It was clear Li Mingyu had done more than just stitch bodies together. He must have performed other experiments to make a single person exhibit reactions from various superpowers.
But this kind of fusion was far too forced; it seemed Li Mingyu hadn't found a better method of integration.
Judging by the way they struggled, they had likely been spiritually suppressed as well. But now that Li Mingyu was dead, they had regained some of their sanity.
Yet perhaps due to some kind of brand seared into them, they showed no aggression—not even toward themselves.
Their only way to end the pain was to beg others to give them a quick, clean death.
Li Xingye's expression was grim. He stared at the abnormal flow of superpowers in the man's body, then suddenly extended a vine toward him.
