Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Dense crimson bloodlight, like a rainstorm of droplets, pierced straight through Butcher Hunter's body.
Jietisikoki stood where he was, twitching and trembling for a moment. Then, wearing a frozen smile, he staggered two steps backward.
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"Eh?"
With vacant eyes, he looked down at the countless bloody holes covering his body. Then he slowly raised his head and stared in disbelief toward the source from which the bloodlight had emerged.
It was an old stone statue.
A ruined stone statue standing in the Prayer Hall.
Just now, Jietisikoki's attention had been entirely fixed on Ye Chen, so he had not carefully made out the statue's appearance.
But now, he finally faced the statue's existence head-on.
It was a sculpture of a woman.
Her face bore a gentle, benevolent smile.
She had thick, fluffy curls like a sheep's fleece.
Her arms, folded before her chest, resembled a mother cradling an infant's cradle.
Battered and riddled with wounds, Jietisikoki's gaze slowly traveled over the female statue.
The next second, Butcher Hunter abruptly discovered that between the statue's arms—
There truly was a living infant cradled there!
"Cough—urgh... ah..."
His limbs shaking, blood spilling from his mouth, Jietisikoki opened his crimson eyes so wide in shock that they nearly popped from their sockets, taking in every detail of the infant's appearance.
This infant of unknown origin was no larger than a palm.
Yet his appearance possessed one exceptionally striking trait.
That was—
Ugliness.
A revolting ugliness.
His brain had no scalp covering it, and his entire skull caved inward.
One of his eyes was large and the other small. The large one grew from the upper left of his face, occupying a full quarter of its area. The small one grew from