A few days later, in the corner of the spiritual mountain in the Aparagodānīya Continent, Daoist Wen Jing held her left shoulder and her face was pale. Her aura fluctuated, and the blood-colored dress on her body looked even more vibrant.
Behind Daoist Wen Jing, the man and woman transformed from the Primordial Beast knelt on one knee. They were both injured.
Most of the chest of the man that was transformed from a ferocious beast had caved in. The bones around his injuries had been shattered. At that moment, he was relying on his Dharma powers to hold on.
On closer inspection, the injury that was the size of a basin happened to be a cow's hoof…
The atmosphere was a little oppressive.
There were the remains of a ferocious beast in front of Daoist Wen Jing. The pressure on it had yet to dissipate.
