บท 97: Brown Bone

In a frantic rush, Wang Chen reached out for the brown crystal ball lodged in the golem's abdomen, his heart pounding with urgency. The golem's hand flailed about, like a trapped beast fighting to break free, but Wang Chen wasn't about to let that stop him. He gritted his teeth, summoning every ounce of strength and resolve.

His fingers grazed the cool, smooth surface of the crystal, a glimmer of hope in his grasp. It was a tough struggle, with the golem's hand still twitching, threatening to swat him away like an annoying fly. But Wang Chen refused to back down. He yanked at the crystal with all his might, muscles straining, until finally, it came loose.