What did you say?
Belzuna suddenly felt something was off: why would someone from the Punishment Team suddenly raid all the way here, check out his workshop, and come to offer him advice?
A student of Ye Xian?
This... is this right? Right?
No, it isn't, something seems off... But, but what he said makes so much sense! Seems wrong, but right, right... Wrong, wrong... Right or wrong...
Boom!!!
In the midst of the crash, the old man's expression twisted abruptly, spewing blood from his mouth, as the cracks on his face spread.
He screamed in agony.
"Old thing!!!"
"Don't waste time, little Bei."
The sound of incessant drilling filled the air as the unseen sausage dog descended from the sky and burrowed into the floor, multiplying by division—one becomes two, two becomes four; each body sprouting mutant dog heads with scales, biting everything in the workshop.
