899 Awakening, the Last of Her Free Will

Meng Chao's slash was too deep.

Even the monster mastermind's spirit core was crumbling.

The "suturing operation" was not done precisely because it was in a hurry.

The two halves of its body were not aligned, and many of its joints were not aimed at the bone socket. They were just randomly pieced together in a state of interlocking canine teeth.

At that moment, it was no longer as majestic as when a god who had descended.

Instead, it resembled its own creations—those deformed and ugly stitching monsters.

However, the continuous flow of blood and green waves extinguished most of the golden flames.

It caused the wounds from its waist to its chest to heal quickly.

Only the center of its brows still spewed out a stubborn golden light.

Accompanied by the cracking sounds of bones splicing together, it appeared to have freed itself from the invisible shackles and gradually regained the ability to move.

Boom!