"Help me..."
The enormous face of the White King loomed close to Lin Yan, yet it spoke not with words, but directly conveyed its thoughts.
Lin Yan immediately felt a surge of compassion. She reached out to touch the White King's face, its skin incredibly smooth yet also very hard, differing from its perceived texture. The White King's skin was more akin to ceramic but bendable, quite peculiar.
"This—is this His doing?!" Lin Yan's heart skipped a beat.
The White King nodded and continued, "Help me, I'm fading... Help me."
"How can I help you? I'm just a... normal person, I'm not Him, I don't have that kind of power." Lin Yan was also very anxious.
"You can..." said the White King.
"What do I have to do?!" Lin Yan asked.
"Lend me your body..." the White King said.
Lin Yan's mind suddenly exploded with refusal and she said, "No! Do you mean... possession?!"
