At this moment, the forgiveness Wen Xishu received was the inability to die in dreams.
And since the level of reasoning had dropped to 1, which was almost equivalent to having no reasoning at all, even if Wen Xishu was bitten to shreds...
He could still live.
After all, when the mouths in your paintings can turn into abyssal maws, I, Wen, can survive as a piece of minced flesh, with my skull cracked open and still think, quite reasonable.
Once he understood this point, Wen Xishu felt there was nothing to fear.
He began to launch an extreme kick.
Yes, even though his lower body hadn't been stitched together yet, when he issued the command, his leg rose like a pillar, attacking inside the great maw.
Proficiency +1…
Proficiency +1…
Proficiency +1…
He didn't know how long it took, but the interior of the giant mouth had been completely kicked to pieces by Wen Xishu.
A mass of decaying flesh crawled out from the mouth's gap, covered in blood and the maw's mucous.
Gag!
