And now, the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit had died.
Did this mean they had already won?!
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At the Heavenly Dome Rank, Third Rank.
Looking at the form that had become a huge, indescribable mass of flesh, with countless tentacles, limbs, eyes, and mouths irregularly sprouting from various parts of the flesh, the flesh bulging and grown with bristles, Qin Chuan and Lin Yue simultaneously wiped a bead of sweat from their brows.
Everything had happened so suddenly.
The transformation of the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit, which had been going smoothly, began to take a terrifying and unknown turn the instant the Third Talent of Prayer came into effect.
He underwent a grotesque mutation that was hard to describe in words, and only managed to let out a wail of distress before turning into the sight before them.
Although the mass of flesh was still writhing and showing signs of life, the clear notification of the Ancestor of the Moon Spirit's fall told the two everything.
