Lu Cang said nothing, merely watching as the vast ocean coalesced into flesh, all of it becoming an extension of his opponent's body.
Having suffered a setback, Luo Mo began to constantly sever its connection with Lu Cang.
It also tried to corrupt Lu Cang's magic, twisting it into its own.
'But... what's going on with his magic?'
'Tier Five Magic... it can't be corrupted?'
It remained firmly under Lu Cang's control.
The person before it was strange in countless ways, and the thing inside his body was still wreaking havoc from deep within.
As a Demon, it felt a vague premonition.
The faint premonition of its own death.
CRACK!
All around, endless chunks of flesh once again manifested from the Abyss of the Sea—
Lu Cang felt a numbing, buzzing sensation as his body began to mutate, but the mutation was suppressed almost instantly.
"I had no desire to be your enemy, yet you force my hand!"
"Human! Was I too merciful!?"
BOOM—
Rifts tore open in every direction!
