In the dim cave, Scholar Lv fell heavily to the ground, struggling to support himself with one hand, attempting to force his body to get up.
At this moment, however, he felt as if he were carrying a white donkey on his back, weighed down and immobilized by the tattoos on his body, and the white glow emanating from them was incredibly heavy, like cast iron.
"How...is this possible!! Why would Wu Sheng Old Mother stop me! That was a man-eating Evil Spirit! They're all wicked!" With a face full of disbelief, Scholar Lv felt that everything he had known had collapsed.
As Scholar Lv struggled, the centipede beside him, which had been twitching, recovered first. She lifted her head, as big as a carriage, and slammed it towards him.
If this blow landed, Scholar Lv's newly recovered body would turn into a heap of mud once again.
