Yu Ziqing held the razor, trying to make a cut, and the next moment, the dark shadow directly plunged into the giant egg.
The blade first sliced through the shadow, but it was as if it passed through a mirage, leaving the shadow unscathed.
And the black giant egg before him was split in two, shattering into a pile of fragments.
But then, the dark shadow merged into it and disappeared, and the pile of fragments reassembled messily, forming a black giant egg once again.
Upon careful observation, there were some differences from before, but as a whole, the changes were minor.
It worked, but it was certainly not enough to kill.
Yu Ziqing was not discouraged, as this was expected. He looked around.
Everything around seemed to have come to a standstill.
The fierce ghost still had the young boy by the throat, fallen dust was frozen in place, and even Little Black's form had stabilized, without the feeling of some power constantly trying to absorb Little Black and swallow him up.
