The black oil continuously converged, reforming into something that barely resembles a human form.
On Yu Ziqing's chest, only the giant spear stuck in his Heart Field remains.
This White Bone Spear, Yu Ziqing kept it, believing it released his final constraint, bringing him a feeling of complete liberation and freedom.
He touched his bulging belly, the Human Devil King still needed some time to digest.
He looked at the Yang-destroying Devil; on the Devil's tablet, the aura of death had already transformed into a vortex. From within the vortex, it seemed directly connected to a shortcut to death.
"Can you stop putting things in my mouth? Don't you know your taste is really disgusting?"
"I know, I know..." The Yang-destroying Devil replied perfunctorily, continuing to stare at Yu Ziqing's belly.
"Is the Human Devil King not dead yet?" Yu Ziqing was quite concerned about this; if he's dead and digested into feces, how can he brew wine?
