"Are you angry?"
A terrifying pulling force surged toward him, yet it did not harm Jiang Qiao. All that power dissipated into nothing three meters away, unable to approach even a fraction closer.
Centered around the Holy Spirit.
A ring of lit white candles abruptly appeared around them.
The flames danced.
Forming a barrier in space.
"Don't rush."
"The real rush is still to come."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
"Good."
"Very good."
The Giant Infant spoke coldly.
"So you really think a dead man can keep you safe? How ignorant and laughable!"
"Facts speak louder than words."
"I'm the fact, and you're the words."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
"Stop wasting your breath."
"Why don't you bring out the goods... No, I mean, come kill me!"
"Come on!"
Jiang Qiao's provocation made the Vengeful Infant's eyes turn blood-red, his killing intent razor-sharp. Before this, he had never imagined that he could be provoked by an Awakened who was no more than an ant.
That was right.
In front of him, an Eighth Tier was nothing but an ant.
One stomp was enough to kill one!
"Die!"
The Giant Infant stopped speaking and extended his enormous, chubby hand, ruthlessly pressing it down toward the three of them.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
An overwhelming force.
The void shattered beneath the pressure, and the flood churned.
Countless severed limbs, too many to imagine, poured out through the cracks in the void. Their flesh had withered, and viscous black blood stained them. The moment they appeared, they were squeezed into a mass under the immense pressure.
Then.
The enormous mass of flesh slammed toward Jiang Qiao.
The two sides were very close.
Jiang Qiao could clearly sense the madness and bloodlust radiating from the mass of limbs fused together.
Under the influence of that aura.
Wu Jia, standing