At the edge of the village, a Niasheng Fiend with the body of a human and the head of a deer lay in a deep slumber.
It was curled up like an embryo, and the wreckage formed by flesh and blood and architectural ruins resembled a giant egg.
Yet around its chest and abdomen, the abyssal, giant maw of the Heavenly Demon was being scorched by a flame of supreme rigidity and purity, stripping away its original uncanniness.
Chapter 135