The shadow flew backwards, flipping like it was doing a somersault with its face to the ground, tumbling over a dozen times, its body twisted and finally stopped by a large boulder at the bottom of the slope.
His waist was twisted into a bizarre shape, and it was clear at a glance that his spine had already broken.
One of his arms was also broken, and half of his face was sunken in, lying back down under the boulder, his body involuntarily twitching.
Massive amounts of Death Qi, corpse energy, and Yin Qi continuously gushed out from the wounds on his body, constantly flowing away and dissipating into the air.
Ever since Wen Yan brought the Black Stone to Fuyu Mountain, even a Great Zombie like the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor avoided the Black Stone, and Aunt Gan was unwilling to get close to it.
Wen Yan had always wanted to find a suitable object to test its effect.
