Socialist Holy Knight with Chinese Characteristics

Daiyue had completely changed.

Countless arms had sprouted from her body. Every one of them was just like her own—fair, soft, and tender enough to make one never want to let go. Yet these arms were densely packed together, jutting out in every direction, arms growing from arms, until they twisted into two enormous, trypophobia-inducing monstrous limbs.

Countless legs had sprouted from her body as well. Every one was straight, long, and slender, no different from her own legs—the kind one could play with for an entire year. But these legs too were arranged and entwined in a scalp-numbing fashion, becoming a bloated, massive serpent-like lower body that extended beneath the ground.

And then there were her mammary organs. What had once been round and beautiful had now multiplied into far too many, all gathered and compressed together into a gigantic honeycomb-like sphere that would send one's sanity plummeting at a glance.

Anyone with trypophobia would faint on the spot after one look at that huge thing.

As for Daiyue herself, only her head remained, continuously letting out miserable screams, as though she had fallen into the Avici Hell and was suffering endless torment.

Ling Xingjian was startled. Daiyue's form had already begun to resemble that of the Void Mother Nest. Of course, compared to the faint demonic shadow Ling Xingjian had seen deep within the void, Daiyue's form was far more pleasant to look at. But that did not diminish her current strength.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Gritting her teeth, Ling Xingjian swung her right arm and smashed it fiercely against the arm gripping her.

But her invincible purple arm could no longer swiftly drain away void energy. Daiyue's power came from the true Void Spirit upon which she relied. In terms of rank, it was no lower than a