Just after exchanging the pollution, the weights turned into light spots. The next moment, the light spots began to grow rapidly, and Wang Zijia quickly exchanged them again.
"Value +0.8 ten thousand!"
"Value +10 thousand!"
"Value +0.9 ten thousand!"
"······"
To prevent accidents, Wang Zijia dared not let the blood-red weights accumulate much and kept on exchanging.
During this process, the flesh and blood that wrapped Wang Zijia, the moving power of this area gradually weakened.
Meanwhile, there was more than one bald head in the flesh and blood.
This giant lump of flesh and blood had engulfed the entire top of the mountain earlier.
There were several bald heads around him. A bit in front, after the light array shattered, a large swath of bald heads was also enveloped in the group of flesh and blood.
As the flesh and blood squirmed, some monks' faces turned flush, gritting their teeth to resist the most primitive urge in their hearts.
