The Witch spoke of accumulation, which Fu Qian knew was not just a side effect of his crossing into here, but the ever-increasing Nightmare Corridor index.
For the two of them, that was already an old topic.
And the previous successful experience combined with the current status as a Superior Being clearly made her not very worried about it.
The accumulation comes from this nightmare, and the limited time also refers to it.
"What will be the result when the time comes?"
Already truly paving the way ahead, in the next moment Fu Qian casually confirmed.
"Blood loss."
And the Pontiff, who was sitting behind, indeed had a clear mind, uttering a specific yet bizarre word without hesitation.
"And not just literal blood, even if you are a stone man, some of your essential components will spray out, leading to irreversible changes in the body."
An interesting transformation.
"But will there be no impact until it accumulates to that moment?"
