[Bloodbath]

At first, the Great Vehicle Buddha himself was brimming with confidence.

The Gluttonous Ghoul's stomach pouch was strange, yes, but he was no pushover either. In ten thousand years, it would at most dissolve a single pinky finger. If it wanted to completely melt his entire skeleton, how many ages would that take?

I can't break free, but people always die eventually, don't they?

A thousand years at most—eight hundred, even. I can outlast you to death.

But in the next second—

He suddenly realized something was wrong. For some reason, the strange power inside the stomach pouch abruptly surged violently. The dissolving speed also shot up by leaps and bounds; compared with before, it had accelerated by at least eighty thousand times.

Almost in the blink of an eye, one of his hand bones melted away. At this rate, it probably would not take long—one minute at most would be enough to fully digest him.

Inside the pitch-black space where one could not see their hand before their face, a Golden Skeleton was rapidly disintegrating. Drops of golden liquid dripped down, absorbed by the stomach pouch.

At the same time, outside, the Gluttonous Ghoul's belly was more than five times larger than its main body. It looked like a humanoid blood-colored object growing out of a ball.

"Gulp—"

Everyone present swallowed in unison.

The bizarre scene before them was honestly somewhat hard to accept.

The skeleton was, at the very least, the Son of the Witch, and held a proper Divine Spirit position. Yet in the end, he had been swallowed in one bite by a ghoul. Even crazier, the ghoul was digesting him bit by bit right in front of them.

It was no exaggeration to say that everyone's head was buzzing right now, with a feeling as