The black smoke roiled violently, enhancing the Demon God Infant's abilities, but it was no longer a threat to Fang Zhen.
The Demon God Infant could clearly feel its power waning.
The Demon God was an infant, but even so, it could accurately gauge its own strength. It knew that to delay any longer meant certain death.
Just then, the Demon God inhabiting the infant's body made a strange move.
It shot out, tearing free from the umbilical cord. The Demon Infant's entire body flew out of the Queen's abdomen.
Suddenly, it was suspended in midair.
A feeling of dread washed over Fang Zhen.
Suddenly, the entire space seemed to freeze, becoming a gray world of only black and white.
Fang Zhen, too, was frozen in place.
This wasn't the Body Fixation Technique. It was as if time itself had come to a standstill.
Everything except the Demon Infant—the floating Dark Puppets, the bullets Fang Zhen had fired—was frozen in time, suspended in midair.
