"Certain death scenario?"
Already affected by transformation, and with one eye blind, Luo Di could only stand motionless.
The view was black and white,
he remained in a "bystander" state, unable to summon his abilities.
Watching from a first-person perspective the essence of the curse slowly crawling down the stairs, feeling the deep resentment eroding, the other party seemed to have long lost its sanity, cursing indiscriminately all who approached the house.
At the brink of life and death,
Luo Di's instincts kicked in, desperately trying to regain control of his body, faintly hearing the creaking of his spine, and the few moonbeams seeping through the window.
The intense resistance to death made his body slightly responsive.
His fingers started to twitch slightly, the metal inside his body began to move slowly, and the ring buried deep within was gradually being drawn out.
