"Boom!"
The fake spirit burst and disappeared without a trace.
"Bang!"
But in that moment of distraction, Wang Zijia had completely broken free.
The long sword in his hand, carrying a terrifying power, chopped down directly.
"Boom!"
"Crash!"
The blood-red lotus, and its placenta-like membrane, was sliced open, and the child inside, barely turning to the side, had an arm chopped off.
"Roar!"
The remaining force of the blade did not diminish, chopping directly into the split-open belly of the mountain, slicing through the womb-like belly of the mountain.
The child, now stopped at the age of ten, also had an arm severed and looked at Wang Zijia with a face full of hatred.
In that instant, Wang Zijia almost confirmed that the other party was an intelligent being.
He asked instinctively, "What the hell are you?"
However, to Wang Zijia's astonishment, the other party actually responded.
