"Who... who exactly are you?"
The mother of breeding's lunar ability within her was rapidly eroded, unable to turn her head, unable to see the fellow behind her, she lowered her skull and issued a hoarse inquiry.
Gary Smith didn't respond and went straight for the killing blow, the dragon arm on the Big Saint Tree Gun unfurling, ready to blossom and tear apart the mother of breeding's body, but it wasn't successful, like a stuck gear, it made a clicking sound.
He squinted his eyes, and from the mother of breeding's flesh and blood body, one moon rat's claw after another extended, pressing down upon the dragon arm, with powerful lunar spirit energy sweeping through, forcibly suppressing the expansion of the Big Saint Tree Gun.
At the same time, her head turned a full three hundred and sixty degrees, her face, twisted like a ghoul's, locked its gaze on Gary Smith and said in a hoarse voice,
