Creak, creak!
The Mad Spirit that had been fed seemed to freeze for a moment. Then a crack split open its entire face, and the two sides parted.
Amid the sound of chewing, it swallowed the doll fragments whole.
The next moment, green flames appeared across its body, the exact same color as the shattered doll.
But they only flared for an instant before going out.
Mr. Luo casually held the Mad Spirit by the neck.
No wonder this thing had so many tricks. It could gain the corresponding abilities just by eating its kind?
That sight made Fu Qian immediately realize something.
"Die!"
The priest, all alone, let out an enraged roar. It seemed Mr. Luo's actions were an unforgivable desecration.
Layer upon layer of gray curtains appeared, blocking Mr. Luo's path.
Unfortunately, this supposedly indestructible barrier was as fragile as glass before Mr. Luo.
"You don't understand a thing."
Mr. Luo gave a low chuckle and reached out to tap the middle of the curtain.
A barely perceptible ripple spread from the point where his finger touched it, rapidly expanding outward.
At last, amid layer upon layer of vibrations, the gray curtain shattered with a crash.
Pfft!
The priest immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You have no idea what's truly precious in this area..."
Mr. Luo raised the Mad Spirit in his hand, his eyes alight with a rare fervor.
"The reason it exists is far beyond your imagination—"
"We know that now."
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.
What a lively place!
Watching Miyamoto and his group catch up, Fu Qian remarked to himself, then decided to sit back and see what happened.
Miyamoto was at the front, with a squad of fully armed subordinates behind him, all on high alert.
At a glance,