Eat Archmage Jon

The instant he saw the baby, Jon indeed froze in place. The Neon Light that had been about to shoot forth suddenly contracted and gradually calmed.

At that moment, he sensed it even more clearly.

The bloodline originating from the source allowed him to instantly determine that this was the son he had never met.

But when he saw the incision on the baby's belly and the missing kidney, especially the sapphire-blue marrow still seeping from his calf, the Neon Light that had just settled instantly exploded. It directly condensed into a Neon hand and came crashing down like a small mountain.

"How dare you! Die!"

The moment the Neon hand appeared, it crackled and hissed. Rings of folds emerged, piling continuously toward the center, as though the entire space were about to be smelted away.

Li Ziran could clearly feel the mounting pressure, like sharp blades stabbing against the surface of his skin.

He was terrified, but he could not back down.

He had to gamble on whether this man truly cared so much about the Elf in his hands.

The hand began to tighten. Its nails pierced beneath that tender sapphire-blue neck, pressing out the hidden veins.

"I told you, don't come any closer!" Li Ziran roared with all his strength, unconsciously backing away. His Transformation Array was still far from complete.

No one knew that his back was already drenched in sweat and his legs were trembling uncontrollably, yet he pretended that nothing was wrong.

He had no choice. The man before him was a towering figure completely beyond his reach. Right now, he was snatching chestnuts from the fire.

Fortunately, he had won the gamble. The enormous hand formed from Neon Light slowly dissipated, the folds in space gradually vanished, and the mill's ruins seemed to