494, I feel like I'm about to die.

The alteration of the Antique Clock was something Du Wei could never have observed.

Each time, its hand appeared, it deliberately avoided him.

And at this moment.

His condition was not good.

On the altar.

The Golden Scales were rising again.

But the pain brought by the Antique Clock had not diminished in the slightest.

It seemed out of control.

Du Wei supported himself on the ground with one hand, while the other clutched his hair, blood oozing continuously from his mouth.

His entire condition was unbearably tragic.

Yet even in such a state, he never entertained the thought of giving up resistance, of leaving this place.

As long as he left the Golden Scales and ceased contact with this thing, the Antique Clock would revert to its previous state, and it would not aim to kill him.

However.

Du Wei did not want to leave.

He lifted his head forcefully, his eyes bloodshot, staring coldly at the Golden Scales.