When the jar baby saw Li Huowang in front of it, immense as a mountain, its face smeared with white powder, it showed an expression interwoven with astonishment and fear.
"So you do know fear after all!"
"Clang," the Longsword was drawn, swung down with a surging intent to kill.
Accompanied by the sound of shattering ceramics, the two babies were decapitated in an instant.
What splattered forth from their ghastly pale bodies was not blood, but some kind of grayish-brown powder.
It was mixed with fragments of white bone; these two babies were molded from bone ash!
"Something's not right, these don't seem like wild Evil Spirits."
Li Huowang, observing the clear fingerprints on the porcelain jars, thought to himself.
"Rustle," the sound of bamboo leaves scraping against paper made Li Huowang quickly stand up.
Suddenly his face turned extremely ugly; this time it wasn't just two gazes.
Dense, numerous gazes shot over from all directions—he was surrounded.
