"Old Liang, Old Liang..."
The Strange Hand kept calling in an odd and plaintive tone.
It sounded a bit like a witch summoning a soul.
In the small water pool below, with a diameter of a water jar, the waterweeds seemed to ignite.
Shortly, fiery red waterweeds surfaced, dripping blood as they continued to rise.
The world suddenly became scorching.
Below the waterweeds, half of a beast face was exposed, with the edges of its face fractured. There were tendrils like tree roots.
Rather than calling it half a head, it was more like a mask with a headpiece.
It lifted its head to gaze at Wang Jixuan, its hollow eyes gradually turning red.
A deep male voice suddenly echoed, nearly shaking Wang Jixuan's Dragon Python Soul out of Bai Gu.
"Human Race!"
The male voice continued in a murmur:
"Oh, it's the Human Race... How did the Human Race come? It seems the Human Race is an enemy..."
"These bones belong here... You attached a wisp of soul to them... quite clever..."
