Dang——
At the sound of a crisp snap, Wu Liang looked down to find that the four silver needles on the straw figure in his hand had mysteriously broken, as if the once pliable straw had transformed into unbreakable diamond.
After confirming its uselessness, he casually tore the entire straw figure apart with the Breaking Blade, and his gaze returned to his father.
Ka-ka——ka——
The other stood up in an unbelievably strange posture, twisting like a machine, bones emitting chilling creaks as if they could snap at any moment.
The drooping head abruptly lifted, revealing a face covered with various mouths, each letting out a horrific scream, their insides brimming with tongues.
A person with a hundred mouths, each mouth with a hundred tongues.
This sight truly gave Wu Liang a shock.
Now there was not a trace of resemblance between this thing and Wu Xiaoyao.
"He's escaped! What's left behind is just a fierce ghost!"
