C479 The Spiritual Fruit Was about to Ripen

The four hundred and seventy-eighth spiritual fruit was about to ripen.

The begging Kunsha rolled on the ground in pain, his voice gradually weakening.

When Kunsha's aura was on the verge of death, a ring of light appeared from the sea of marrow in the shape of a whirlpool. It flashed and disappeared into the center of the Blight Whale's forehead.

In the blink of an eye