The growth of the Earthborn Fetus was very slow, even after more than half a year it still resembled an infant.
Yun Qi rapidly draped that Spell Net over him, the densely covered Spell Net snapped tight like a garment, clinging closely to his skin.
In an instant, innumerable spells began to flow, radiating a scorching golden light.
With a thunderous boom, purple lightning zigzagged through the oppressive clouds overhead like a mountain, followed swiftly by deafening thunder.
The ground was whipped with flying sand and rolling stones, the river violently shook, and tree branches snapped in the wind, resounding with crackling sounds one after another. The dark clouds occluded the sky above, dimming the celestial light as if it were night, presenting an apocalyptic scene.
Yun Qi calmly waved her hand, "Release!"
The Mountain Ghost hurriedly flew the Earthborn Fetus into the sky, suddenly let go, and darted back into the painting.
