The furious roar reverberated in the depths of the abyssal sea.
As the body collapsed, the god's finger rushed out from the rapidly dissipating flesh. The pressure it emitted carried the intent of destruction.
The head and the stone lion had long collapsed. The old man from the Painting Race clearly had a special method, as he was still able to hold on. The words he shouted clearly had an effect.
In an instant, the god's finger that was filled with endless anger suddenly chased after Xu Qing.
Although Its mind wasn't clear and It was a little forgetful due to Its injuries, It could still recognize that Xu Qing's appearance was exactly the same as the body It had just fused into.
Hence, It gave up on chasing after the old man and headed straight for Xu Qing.