"God is out of bondage."

The high priest said calmly: "At this moment, it is the time to escape from fate."

As she spoke, she clasped her hands, slowly knelt down, and recited a spell that had a rhythm that Wang Quan couldn't understand at all.

Following the spell, the huge stone sculpture behind her slowly collapsed.

At the same time, Ajiu suddenly turned his head and glanced at Wang Quan.

Then, her eyes turned golden, and two bloody tears ran down her cheeks.

Just when Wang Quan reacted and tried to pull her, he was knocked five meters away by a stream of air.

The next moment, a layer of fleshy membrane suddenly grew all over her body.

Then all the burnt corpses around the altar disintegrated, and countless mini versions of the strong wind flew out from them and rushed towards Ajiu. Finally, they turned into a three-meter-high round flesh cocoon, wrapping Ajiu in it.

This fleshy cocoon trembled and trembled as if it had a heartbeat and breath, as if it was giving birth to something terrible.

"This is the final fate!"

The high priest looked at the cocoon with enthusiasm on her face. She had completely ignored the existence of Wang Quan and Cheng Weihua.

Wang Quan didn't pay attention to her either.

He lit a cigarette, looked at the cocoon, then took a puff of the cigarette and sighed: "Ajiu, Ajiu... you will really come up with some new tricks for me...
Chapter completed!