To be honest, when a cultist with a mind full of twisted thoughts suddenly speaks in such a firm tone, as if devoted to a path, and says something particularly alarming, it makes quite an impression. Yet, compared to this cultist's sense of "conviction" at that moment, Yu Sheng is more curious about something else.
"How did this world become terminally ill?" He frowned, looking puzzled. "Sure, there's some weird stuff in this world, but isn't there always some kind of natural or man-made disaster? We handle them as they come, right? But now we're talking about the world being terminally ill and needing to find a way to 'use poison to cure poison' through the Dark Angel?"
Baili Qing directly relayed Yu Sheng's words to the staff in the interrogation room.
Conversations from the interrogation room came through the speakers—
"What standards are you using to determine that this world is 'terminally ill'?"
