CRACK!
The arm extending from the canvas was directly crushed, dangling at the edge of the frame, with bits of flesh and shards of bone splattering onto the canvas, appearing greasy red and white under the light.
However, in the blink of an eye, the scattered bits of flesh suddenly flew up, seeping into the black coat and allowing the arm to heal and restore itself at an even faster pace.
The demonic children in the canvas silently revealed eerie smiles. They clustered at the front of the canvas, trying to crawl out of the frame, even resorting to brutally fighting each other, using nails as sharp as blades to tear apart each other's heads and bodies—anyway, they could heal, so there were no casualties.
The black-cloaked old woman behind the demonic children held a book in one hand and pointed towards the canvas with the other, her fingertips emitting a strange glow.
"Hmm?"
