The moment the Ghost Infant appeared, everyone felt their scalp go numb.
"What the hell is that thing?"
As someone let out a low cry of alarm, they watched in horror as the Ghost Infant, having crawled from the Female Cultivator's stomach, lowered its head and devoured her corpse, bite by bite, until it was gone.
They ate quickly. The constant, grinding sound of their chewing was endless, making everyone feel sick to their stomach.
Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore. Raising a hand, they shot a Spell at the nearest Ghost Infant. "You damn thing, die!"
But to their surprise, the Spell hit the Ghost Infant but caused it almost no harm.
It merely paused its chewing, its expression twisting for an instant as if in pain.
Its body, however, was completely unharmed. It suddenly snapped its head around, a pair of pitch-black eyes staring intently at the cultivator who had just attacked it.
