Countless grotesquely deformed or incomplete Wei Liangs, desperately clinging to their last breath, life ebbing away...
Every Wei Liang is not Wei Liang, yet is Wei Liang all the same!
Deep down, Lin Yi knows they are all Pseudo-Human Wei Liangs, but subconsciously he can't muster any sense of resistance against them.
He now has two conflicting and extremely contrasting emotions—one is his firm belief that all Wei Liangs here are fake, while the other is his inability to feel any aversion or disgust towards Pseudo-Human Wei Liang!
Looking at the countless Pseudo-Human Wei Liangs under this layer, he even feels a twinge of pity and sadness in his heart.
"What's going on?" He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand when he began to feel compassion for the pseudo-humans?
Could it be just because the other party is "Wei Liang"? Yet that day he tossed Pseudo-Human Wei Liang into the sun, turning it to ashes.
