Beichuan Si had just steadied himself when an axe came chopping straight at his head.
At the same time, a woman's voice suddenly rang out:
"Be careful!"
Beichuan Si simply raised his hand, and Jian Ding flashed a cold light!
Crack!
The axe blade, thick with grudges, was split open by Beichuan Si's dagger.
It was then that Beichuan Si saw the ghost child coming out of the ceiling.
The child's lower jaw was torn open, revealing a half-illusory trachea, and his young face was filled with ruthless murderous intent.
But Beichuan Si didn't care about that. As he deflected the axe blade, he clutched the child's neck with his other hand and, expressionless, pulled the ghost child down from the ceiling, repeatedly smashing it with force against the wooden floor.
Thump!
Thump!
Crack!
The wooden floor was smashed open with a big hole, but Beichuan Si was relentless. He pulled his hand from the broken hole and swung the child at a different spot.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
