Thirty breaths passed.
The image of the Ghost Mother was very strange, as if her head and neck had been chopped off. At that moment, a black smoke emerged again from the neck area, more solid in form, and even darker than before.
It slowly returned to Yuan Hou's body the same way it came, and the man's eyes opened immediately, showing a slight look of satisfaction, and he appeared more lively than before.
At this moment, a cracking sound suddenly came from the Ghost Mother's body, as if stones and soil inside it were splitting apart. Sure enough, after a short while, the entire fleshy mountain suddenly collapsed like a landslide. If Yuan Hou hadn't retreated several steps in time, he would have been engulfed by the large amount of dust that rose.
