A huge mass of red and green stuff squeezed out through the wound all at once, as if it were not a face, but a pus-filled abscess.
With a splash, half of it spilled onto the ground, while the other half still hung from the wound.
There were all sorts of organs within it—hearts, intestines, brains, livers, tongues, and more.
It was as though someone had stuffed a person's entire set of internal organs, including the brain, into that spread-open face as if making a fried egg, turning it into the tree-shaped evil spirit's head.
After striking with his palm, Ash did not fall. Instead, he reached out and gripped the bottom edge of the wound.
With a slight exertion of his right hand, he launched himself upward again and burrowed straight inside.
Boom!
Behind the tree-shaped evil spirit's human face, its thick, elongated trunk suddenly exploded outward, spraying countless fragments everywhere. Amid a spray of dark red blood, Ash, covered head to toe in filth, leaped out.
He landed steadily on the ground.
Behind him, the massive tree-shaped evil spirit, as tall as a five-story building, slowly tilted before crashing to the ground with a rumble.
This evil spirit was enormous.
But unlike ordinary evil spirits, it did not need to have its entire trunk-like body smashed into pieces before it died.
The part containing the human face was its evil spirit core, where its evil soul resided.
The trunk was merely controlled by its sinister power.
Ash had already destroyed the evil spirit's soul. Those corrupted trunks were now nothing more than trunks.
"How did this thing suddenly become like this?!"
Ash found it deeply strange, but he knew this was no place to linger. He quickly turned invisible and continued onward.
He had now entered Michigan and