"..."
There was no answer. The grotesque body, covered in blood and flesh, twitched. The fragmented, shriveled eyes trembled, struggling violently, uttering indistinct sounds.
Curses or pleas.
Unclear.
No need to care.
Ignoring Tong Shan's expression of wanting to speak but stopping, Ji Jue resolutely reached out his hand...
Not caring about the crude materials, not caring about the mixed sources, nor the quality of the finished product.
Under the blessing of Non-Attack, the bare-handed refinement began once more!
Within the burning of the Spiritual Fire, the bloodied wolf quickly collapsed into a fist-sized bone-white sphere, upon which a twisted, grotesque face of wailing appeared.
Under the erosion and infiltration of many Great Evils, it was reduced to a Spirit of Creation, eternally tormented, unable to escape.
"Don't worry, I'm different from trash like you who push their compatriots into Hell."
