The sound of a skull cracking did not come.
Although it could be felt that the finger possessed an abnormal stiffness, as if desperately resisting some kind of bloodthirsty desire.
But this did not mean the crisis was averted, because the silent Red Moon had not withdrawn its hand.
Furthermore, it was soon that two fingers were caressing the forehead, almost replicating its gesture when closing together.
However, Fu Qian, who for the first time felt his skull fragile like tofu, still did not reject this "caress," nor did he transform to increase his resistance, avoiding alarming this "mother" who had finally taken form.
Even when the moon behind him was slowly unfolding.
Although he did not turn back, the scene in Fu Qian's perception was incredibly clear at that moment—
Silently, the Red Moon had already approached its limit.
And the shadows on the surface of the giant sphere, once described as ravines formed by body twists, were truly filling up into claw-like tendrils.
