On the emaciated, withered arm, the muscles were taut, with greenish blood vessels distinctly protruding like vines coiling around a decrepit trunk.
Left Garrison gripped the Folding Blade, tainted with forbidden blood, even separated from the flesh, it remained highly active, corroding touched materials like strong acid.
The Folding Blade emitted a bubbling sound as Left Garrison shook it, scattering the bloodstains away.
"What kind of monster have you become, Roger Cruz?"
Left Garrison whispered, Roger's strangeness exceeded their imagination, but then again, throughout these long years, the blood within him had continuously been refined and purified until it reached the pinnacle of Ascension.
Jiuxia often had such stories, some guys live too long and turn into monsters.
After all, humans will die, only monsters won't.
Suddenly retreating, the clothes on his body showed signs of blood corrosion, raising his gun, Left Garrison fired after retreating from the range.
