The true form of True Houtu was revealed, pierced by twelve bone nails. Her collarbones were transfixed by the incantations of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and her spine had been chillingly transformed into the six-path Samsara disk; with every degree it rotated, the fortune of the Wu Clan coiled around it like venomous ivy.
"My Lady!" Nezha charged into the eye of the formation, his Wind and Fire Wheels blazing as he used the God-Slaying Spear to snap two of the bone nails. The moment the spearhead touched the cursed script, Green Lotus Roots sprouted from the cracks in his Lotus Root Body, entangling with the intestinal array patterns of True Houtu. The flames of the Wind and Fire Wheels suddenly surged, but the lightning snakes of the Ancestral Witch Qiangliang crawled along the tongues of fire, charring Nezha’s right arm to a crisp.
Yang Jian’s body, already petrified up to his neck, suddenly erupted with golden light. The shards of his Heavenly Eye coalesced into a phantom Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade. "The Kan-position eye!" The blade’s light cleaved through the bloody mist, illuminating the center of the formation suppressed by the skull of Gonggong—True Houtu’s benign and evil aspects were devouring one another. Her Evil Corpse grinned hideously, tearing at its own entrails, each organ transforming into a toxic array pattern.
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