The idea of that possibility strikes fear into 0862's heart.
Having lived for more than two hundred years, why would he want to return to being a mortal?
"Since you're scared now, why don't you get lost?"
The look in Xiaohe's eyes gradually cooled. With just a thought, 0862 feels a heavy weight on his shoulder, an unknown force suppressing his entire body, rendering him immobile.
His fear magnified, 0862 gritted his teeth and said, "I...I understand."
Upon hearing this, only then does Xiaohe raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, sparing him.
Only after 0862's figure completely disappeared did the nonchalance on Xiaohe's face fade, replaced by exhaustion.
He had merely been bluffing just now.
Even now, he's not completely recovered, and this broken world is self-destructing. If he really had the ability to suppress him, he'd rather clean up this broken world first.