At this time, Zhang xiaoning had no time to care about this.
Her body was losing its temperature rapidly and gradually stiffened as if she was about to lose control.
However, her hatred, fear, and love for her unborn child turned into a huge obsession that supported her to barely maintain her consciousness and not completely sink into the darkness.
Beneath her, her legs gradually turned black, turning into two long, thick, pitch-black tentacles that slowly extended down the bed.
Under the impact of the demonic Qi, she could not tell who she was or where she was.
Many of her memories of the past began to blur, and she could vaguely hear the sounds of battle in the room, making her feel both irritated and uneasy.
Something inside her body seemed to be struggling to get out. Her body was already numb, but every time the thing that was struggling to get out of her body moved, it gave her a sharp pain that reached her soul.
"Roar!"
