The incredulous voice of Shenzhu Shihui emerged from the Shinra Bell.
Under the gaze of everyone at Beichuan Si.
The Crimson Calamity Spirit, which had lost its head, merely extended a hand-like part to the gap where its head should be... after a moment of grotesque writhing, the arm completely detached and became the head.
Moreover, when examining the hand-like part of it again... one would notice that it didn't actually lose much Calamity Essence.
"How can such a Spiritual Body exist?"
Even the worldly-wise Magong Yongshi couldn't help but speak.
Relying on Calamity Essence to repair the Spiritual Body?
Such a method she had never witnessed before.
"No matter how, it just exists."
Beichuan Si interrupted their discussion while Jian Ding was drawn once again.
Since it exists... and stands in the way, what needs to be done becomes much simpler.
Just as Beichuan Si was about to charge again, the whisper that lingered in his ears yesterday resounded once more.
