A powerful visual impact, along with an inner flame of burning rage.
I didn't care about anything else, and I released the heavenly fire.
The heavenly fire instantly scorched the claw.
The claw's protective Corpse Qi immediately started to emit black smoke, and before long, it was reduced to ashes.
But then a sudden pain in my abdomen hit, and I collapsed to the ground in pain.
Cold sweat covered my forehead, and a faint, childish voice came, "Mom, are you trying to kill me?"
"Dumpling, is that you speaking? Are you okay? Don't... scare Mom." I raised my head, looking at the burning blue claw.
I felt as if the heavenly fire was not burning the unrecognizable monster from the mud but Dumpling inside my stomach.
Dumpling, having woken from a deep sleep, was unaware of what had happened outside, murmured groggily, "Mom, I'm fine; I've just been very sleepy lately, so sleepy that I can't even open my eyes."
After saying that, Dumpling fell back asleep. The source of thɪs content is 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
He had faced too many hardships previously, and his development was slower than that of other babies, so he was now trying to sleep a lot to grow quickly...
Dumpling... was okay...
Where did that voice just come from?
The severe pain forced me to withdraw the heavenly fire, and the fearful blue claw retreated back into the mud.
Strangely, as soon as I retracted the heavenly fire, the intense abdominal pain disappeared.
That kind of pain was not ordinary; it was as if a small life connected to me were being torturously peeled away.
My pupils dilated, and my body was already being supported by Yu Rongling. "Sister-in-law? Are you not feeling well? I can give you Spiritual Power."
"No need, your Spiritual Power and mine are not the same. It would be too draining for you," I pushed him away, refusing his kind offer.
Under the scorching sun, my body swayed unsteadily.
I had a severe stomach spasm and vomited everything in my stomach with a "wow".
But by then, Granny Wu had already retreated due to the defeat of the strange claw, relieving the pressure on me.
Waking from the meditation, she came over, "Zhenglin, bring the remaining rice syrup. Let her drink it."
"Yes." Wu Zhenglin ran to get the cooked rice syrup and handed it to me, "This is new rice from September, very rich in Yang energy. It should help to dispel some of the evil Qi from your body."
"Um, thank you." I took the bowl and slowly sipped the syrup.
The thick rice syrup had a clean, grainy fragrance and diluted the stomach acid in my throat, making me feel much better.
The surrounding Mysterious Art masters came over, bombarding me with questions, "Miss, are you alright?"
"What fire did you unleash just now? It actually made that monster retreat."
"Yes, yes, our Samadhi True Fire was useless against it. It's invulnerable to both blades and fire, it even dragged the Wang Family's expert into the mud and devoured him."
"I'm glad I didn't make a move, or I probably wouldn't have survived either."
I had recovered somewhat and began to explain softly, "I've practiced Demon-Breaking Art since childhood, so maybe that's how I was able to restrain that monster."
"That's amazing, are you a Lin Family Disciple?"
"Can you do anything about that monster? As long as it lives, it will continue to harm living beings. It must not be allowed to survive."
I narrowed my eyes. Dealing with that unknown creature beneath the mud, I really wasn't sure.
It's not that I couldn't defeat it, but every time I fought it, my stomach would hurt.
If I forcefully fought with the monster, wouldn't that lead to both of us getting hurt?
I came here to save Chen Ahmao.
Save the person and leave...
"Master, are you sure you can handle that monster? I think I saw what it looked like earlier; it sort of resembles a Kappa from Japanese anime," Chen Ahmao scratched his nose, pretending to be casual.
However, his eyes were bloodshot as if tainted with poison, and his clothes and skin were spotted with a lot of blood, making him look very haggard.
The bloodstains on Chen Ahmao were all from Qiangzi and Huzi who had died.
The deaths of two companions were not a small blow to him.
Perhaps what sustained his clarity was the desire to avenge his fellows.
I asked him, "Why are you here?"