As soon as these words were spoken, the cave fell into a sudden silence, as if even the air had frozen.
Qin An furrowed his sword-like brows slightly, signaling Cheng Hong with a gaze as sharp as a torch to continue.
Cheng Hong hesitated briefly, his voice echoing in the deep cave: "Back then, that deranged monster attempted to fuse with a Pseudo-God using a vein crystal as a medium."
"Unfortunately, he failed because the crystal he used was too little, resulting in his consciousness failing to merge, leading to his explosion and death."
"I urged Qin An to take away the crystal just now, fearing that this tumor might devour it completely, causing a catastrophe."
Having reached this point, Cheng Hong said no more, having already explained everything clearly.
The silver guards of the mountain patrol were not fools; these few sentences were enough for them to analyze the reasons.
