Fusion of the Divine Fetus
The blade pierced the infant's skull. Golden light spread, slicing bit by bit through its pitch-black body, fouled with Evil Qi, black blood, and a substance like amniotic fluid.
The infant was shocked, furious, terrified—but helpless.
The Soul-Startling Sword's power still held it fast. It could not break free of Mo Hua's hands around its throat. The formidable Sword Intent condensed by the Sword Transformation Style drove deep into its skull, while Sword Qi tore it apart.
"You... deserve to die..."
The Evil Infant's voice rose in a shrill scream.
Mo Hua remained unmoved. He drew on all his Divine Thought, condensed stronger Sword Intent, and poured it into his Divine Sense Sword.
This Evil God's embryo carried inherited memories. He could not let it grow.
He had to seize this chance, unleash every killing move, and cut it down completely with the force of thunder.
Sword Qi and black vapor intertwined.
After a long deadlock, the Evil Infant finally lost consciousness. Its face went blank, its pupils unfocused, and it ceased struggling. The black blood on its body dried little by little, while the sword light ground away its Evil Qi.
At last, it vanished completely.
Mo Hua frowned and sent his Divine Thought sweeping through the surroundings. Only when he detected nothing strange did he relax a little.
Even so, doubts lingered.
That's it? It's dead?
Body and soul destroyed, without even ashes left behind?
Mo Hua shook his head.
"All that sinister Evil Qi and those horns—I thought I was facing some mighty foe. Turns out it was no more than a Little Lamb fresh out of the pen..."
He snorted in disdain.
But that was only talk. He knew full well that the Evil Infant was the strongest evil Thought Body