I can rewind time to prevent death

At this moment, Ku Zai had already fallen into despair, luring the Clay Monster away from Yan Junze's body was purely instinctual.

Because originally, the Clay Monster had always followed him, always hidden within his body, having made it its home. And after failing to detect his presence, it targeted Yan Junze instead.

Therefore, Ku Zai couldn't just watch Yan Junze get into an accident because of him, he had to draw the Clay Monster to himself.

Besides, Yan Junze had already said to just hang in there a bit longer, even one more second would do.

Although Ku Zai didn't know what exactly Yan Junze was up to, he believed in him. Every time Brother Yan asked him to do something, it was never wrong, he just needed to obey.

Even Xiang Er listened to Yan Junze without question, He had even less reason to doubt.

When he turned off the Magnetic Shielding Clothes, his presence was exposed, and the cunning Clay Monster approached again, immediately sensing something odd about Ku Zai. Thus, it used clay to control his hands, causing numbness in his arms, robbing them of strength, rendering him unable to press the button on his shielding garment again.

The black clay moved like water along Ku Zai's arms, reaching his cheeks and gaping his mouth wide open.

Then, the Clay Monster transformed entirely into a writhing stream of mud, surging towards Ku Zai's mouth.

Ku Zai heard Yan Junze's call to hold on a little longer, but at this very moment, indeed, he couldn't hold on any longer.

His heart was filled with immense fear, his body shook uncontrollably, and his mouth was widely agape, making a series of indistinct sounds: "Yan... Brother Yan, can't hold on any longer, quick... quick... save me!"

No response came from ahead.

Yet the words Yan Junze had said just before that, to hold on for one more second, still echoed in his ears.

Gag!

The black clay forced its way into Ku Zai's mouth, making it impossible for him to utter another sound, his eyes wide open, as if bulging out, with the mud incessantly rushing in.

Ku Zai was completely overtaken by despair, and only then did he realize, Sister Xiang Er and the white-haired old woman had been locked in combat the whole time and couldn't break away to come to his rescue. And Yan Junze was in no position to save him either.

Regarding what Yan Junze had said about holding on for one more second, it now sounded entirely like a consolation.

"Who could save me? No one!"

His heart plunged into boundless despair.

His lips were again stretched wide by the vigorously entering mud, emitting the sound of gagging but unable to vomit anything out.

At that moment, less than five seconds had passed since Yan Junze uttered those comforting words.

Splosh!

"Yah yah yah yah yah.."

A bizarre sound suddenly rang out, followed by a sequence of angry shouts from a child.

The black clay that was flooding into Ku Zai's mouth abruptly came to a standstill. Suffering immensely, his fearful gaze shifted downward, looking at the body that the Clay Monster had merged into.

There he saw the mass that was now perforated with countless black hairs stabbing through it from behind, riddled with holes and utterly damaged.

The next second, these manifold hairs suddenly fanned out completely like an open umbrella, and with a swoosh, all the black clay penetrating the hairs were chopped up into countless fine mud specks, scattering all over the ground.

The Back-faced Woman and her daughter, Ke'er, appeared behind.

At this moment, the mother and daughter's hair was entangled together, in the midst of Bond Evolution, which was the state of Tibam Co-evolution as referred to by core members of the Half Moon Association.

With the restraint gone, Ku Zai knelt down with a thump, propped himself up with his hands, and began to vomit profusely. The clay that had entered his mouth, having lost its base after the outside clay was destroyed, was now completely expelled by him.

The mother and daughter did not relax, but stood ready, closely watching the scattered mud specks all over the ground.

After Ku Zai vomited the last of the clay, these specks began to squirm again, rolling about on the ground as if magnetically drawn to each other, and quickly formed into a large mass once more.

Within this mass of black clay, an angry face of a man emerged, swinging side to side, bellowing at the Back-faced Woman and Ke'er.

Seeing this, the mother and daughter shook their heads again, and their hair swarmed towards the still shapeless clay.

Splosh!

It was pierced once more.

But immediately after that, the part of the mass that had been punctured slowly formed into a likeness of two palms, grabbing onto the hair, locked in a stalemate.

Meanwhile, Yan Junze, still by the roadside ditch, was drained of energy, but having emerged from the Space-Time Rift, he now knew Ku Zai was going to be saved.

Glancing over at the scene in the middle of the crossroads, he summoned all the strength in his body to climb onto the road ridge and staggered towards the Clay Monster.

The Back-faced Woman, holding Ke'er, also moved step by step closer to the Clay Monster.

Their long hair was still expanding outward bit by bit, and although the Clay Monster seemed to be holding on, in actuality it couldn't last much longer.

Just as Yan Junze was about to get close, with a swoosh, all the clay was once again sliced apart by the hair, clay crumbs, large and small, scattered all over the road, none connected.

Yan Junze had now walked straight up to it, his hand unleashing the Black Spirit Mallet, holding it firmly.

At this time, among the clay sliced by the hair, there was a slightly larger piece, squirming, merging again with other smaller pieces around it.

Yan Junze walked over, bent down for a closer look, and saw something resembling a human brain enveloped within this mass of black clay, equally pitch-black, virtually indistinguishable from the rest without a careful inspection.