Seemingly noticing the gaze of the gray-robed cultivator, Wang Ba suddenly lifted his head.
Through the cold well water, their four eyes met.
The gray-robed cultivator suddenly let out a laugh.
The place Wang Ba had touched was exactly his stomach region.
It was a spot he had nurtured and reinforced countless times, that even an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't possibly break.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator, did he think he had found a weakness just by touching his flesh?
Such naïveté was somewhat adorable!
If time allowed, he really wanted to watch Wang Ba exhaust all his strength, then despair when he realized that this was a wall he could never overcome. It would be quite entertaining.
"Such a pity that there's no time left…"
After a glance at the outside, with the Moon Body busy, he felt quite stretched thin.
The upper half of the gray-robed cultivator's body rapidly sank into the well like water.