"That child is you, Shen Yanxiao." Mo Yuxun looked at Shen Yanxiao with extremely complicated eyes.
"If it hadn't been for your timely appearance, I would have exploded and died because I couldn't bear the soul of the War God. Before me, several experimental subjects with the blood of seven races had died when integrating with the soul of the War God. But you were different. When everyone thought you were dead, the soul of the War God also disappeared. Lord Ouyang only had one War God in his hands, which could be used in racial integration experiments. Without the soul of the War God, the integration of the War God's soul could no longer take place." Without the source of the god blood, there would be no more forced integration. Mo Yuxun finally escaped calamity and survived.
If it were not for Shen Yanxiao, he would have died long ago.
