With a loud bang, there was a feeling as if the sound of thunder in the crotch had been magnified countless times.
The little girl's shrunken form suddenly could no longer be maintained and swelled like rising dough, reforming into the shape of a black meat mountain.
But this time, there were no more spiritual tablets on the black meat mountain; the faces that bore the tablets were mostly shattered and lifeless.
Yet, the meat mountain continued to wriggle, heading deep into the cave.
However, at this moment, it was no longer fast, moving as slow as a snail.
"I want to go back!"
"The origin!"
"I am the origin of the world."
"I must return to the ancestor!"
The only remaining face emitted a hoarse voice, sounding like that of an old man nearing the end of his life.
Duan Yun looked at this monstrosity taking its last breath of life and said, "Let this Young Hero see what exactly you are!"
"Beiming Divine Skill!"
With a resounding boom, his palm immediately covered the face.
