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No one else could possibly answer Zhuge Yuan's question. Aside from him, no one present knew this thing was called Ma Tuo.

Li Huowang was even less able to answer it now. He no longer even had a head.

Yet in the instant his entire head exploded, Li Huowang finally saw the true form of that invisible thing.

Like the Divine Statue from before, it indeed wore a conical hat. That showed the previous Divine Statue had belonged to it.

But that Divine Statue had only been one part of Ma Tuo. The other part was something a Stone Statue could not display.

That conical hat was not its head—it was its heart! The streaks of red spreading out from that heart were blood vessels extending throughout its body.

Above the Divine Statue was an even stranger part of its existence: a head that could not be touched.

Its head was a shifting mass of beasts, constantly being reborn and constantly breaking away. The parts that fell off flowed along the red strips of cloth toward the conical hat, creating an ominous and horrifying sight.

If Li Huowang had still had a head, he likely would not have been able to watch this scene for even a breath. But now that he did not, he noticed certain details—things that were difficult to detect.

"Zhuge... Brother Zhuge!!"

Hearing the voice, Zhuge Yuan, who had pulled the Old Almanac from his robes, turned toward the ground beside him. There, in a pool of blood, lay the lonely half of Li Huowang's mouth.

"This thing! Its left leg is injured! Its left leg was hurt not long ago! That's its weakness! We can break through there!!"

At those words, Zhuge Yuan moved. With a light tap of his feet against the ground, he