"Th...that's impossible!!" Li Huowang stared at Zhuge Yuan before him, utterly shocked, stumbling half a step back.
The Spinal Bone Sword had completely changed shape; tangled, chaotic flesh and deformed organs intertwined, sprouting from the spine as if they were plants.
It never fully grew into a human form. It stopped abruptly after sprouting a jumble of misaligned, blood-soaked organs—skinless, fleshless, nothing like a person at all.
Although the thing looked terrifyingly bizarre, Li Huowang was certain: it was alive! Zhuge Yuan was alive!
"How can you still be alive? You were clearly dead! I killed you with my own hands! Your soul was taken and sealed away inside my Huan Jue!"
Half of Zhuge Yuan's body sprouted from the Spinal Bone Sword. His left hand, stripped bare to the bone, burrowed up from the tangled meat, and he used those skeletal fingers to tidy the blood-matted hair at his temple.
