"Brother Xian..." Mao Feiyang really wanted to call out, but he remembered Mu Daxian's advice and clamped his mouth shut tightly, not daring to make a sound.
Mu Daxian's arm had already turned an unnatural shade of gray, and now it was changing from gray to pale at a rate visible to the naked eye, then it began to display the kind of pure white texture akin to that of a sculpture...
Struck by the Sneering Angel, without even the qualifications to become a Nocturnal species, the outcome was only one—to become a completely dead statue!
At that moment, however, Mao Feiyang saw Mu Daxian's other hand gently waiving at him, as if to stop him from making noise, or perhaps as a goodbye...