The silvery red divine flame covered the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, making it seem to be shrouded in a divine aura.
Bu Fang was stunned for a moment, then he glanced back over his shoulder. He seemed to see a kindly old man hovering behind him, holding the kitchen knife for him and slowly pushing it down toward the Soul Demon egg.
Under the knife, the incomparably hard, almost indestructible egg crumbled and split into two halves. The next moment, a shrill, unwilling hiss burst from inside the egg.
The divine flame on the kitchen knife disappeared, and Bu Fang also recovered from his trance. At this moment, the weight of the universe seemed to rest on his shoulders, making it hard for him to breathe. It was as if a supreme being was staring at him with resentment.
