C312 The Inherited Skill of the Cross Eye

At that moment, a distorted fissure, mere inches from the spirit of the ancient inhibition, burst forth with a red glow. This glow rapidly solidified into a gaping maw bristling with fangs. As a circular, expanding force of suction spread out, any spiritual sense caught within its influence was instantly pulverized into dust.

As the tadpole-like spiritual sense faced annihilation