"The Buddha Mother's grace... At last... at last, the family will be whole..."
Mr. Chen's voice was like the collective wail of a thousand vengeful souls, enough to tear the listener's spirit asunder.
As baleful, resentful energy poured into him, the bones of his half-human, half-puppet body cracked and snapped, and his frame swelled explosively.
Flesh and metal machinery meshed tightly, and every grinding motion sent spatters of foul, black blood flying.
On the ceiling, the head-sized fleshy tumor was also pulsing relentlessly.
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
Each contraction was both violent and feeble.
But with every beat, it forcibly pumped an even greater surge of black energy down the threads and into Mr. Chen's body.
BOOM—!
An oppressive aura, infinitely close to the Mid-stage Nascent Soul realm, erupted from him, causing the surrounding air to stagnate.
Within Mr. Chen's two dark, hollow eye sockets, bloodshot eyeballs spun madly before finally locking onto Lin Qingfeng.
