"Rooom!!!"
The devastating bomb, over eight meters in diameter, cannot withstand Fierce Bear's punch and is tossed away with a loud bang.
That was a devastating bomb, inherently destructive.
As soon as it hit the ground, the entire area was shaken, with half the passageway trembling terribly.
"Bang - Crack - Boom!!!"
The five-headed Fetus of Life Wheel, accidentally toppled, has not yet risen. It immediately turns into five puddles of mushy flesh.
The death of a Contracted Spirit is immediately fed back to the Patron. Three individuals look deathly pale, half kneeling in the corner, violently coughing up blood.
"What's going on? Why is Fierce Bear attacking his own kind?"
Red Moon asked her older brother, her face turning grim.
Red Heart looked gloomy and deeply inhaled, speaking rapidly:
"It seems to be a form of spirit-control skill. Lie lost his mental defense and became a machine of slaughter."
