Within a few short seconds, Ji Jue felt as if the temperature in the operating room had risen due to the chilling air he had drawn in.
Truly, it was an eye-opening experience.
Unlike the gasping mother, inside her abdomen, two violently fluctuating spiritual energies surged and intertwined ceaselessly; they resembled two rabid dogs in the late stages of the disease.
Incessantly devouring and tearing at each other, filled with mutant and frenzied forces.
They treated the mother's body as a battlefield, wantonly destroying it and mercilessly sucking up her life and soul.
Just watching those two erratic spiritual fluctuations constantly expand was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine. Collisions and collapses followed by reassemblies, like a Melting Furnace on the verge of exploding, primed to detonate.
The calm on the surface was only a fragile equilibrium of coexistence between the two entities and the mother. But the balance was fleeting, hardly sustainable.
