Jungle Banshee's armor split apart. Countless vines shrieked as though they had been plunged into a boiling vat of oil, as if they were suffering pain a hundred times more intense than being pierced by stalactites.
Even the crimson glow deep within her crystalline right eye, seemingly lit with blood as fuel, was once more swallowed by surging blackness.
Lü Siya moved her right arm inch by agonizing inch, like a rusted machine.
But rather than pulling out the stalactite embedded in her shoulder blade, she spread her fingers and gripped the hair-thin seam between her mask and helmet.
Rip!
Crack!
She actually snapped apart and tore off the right half of her mask!
"Ya-jie?"
Meng Chao stared at her in utter disbelief.
From the living expression in her black eye and on half her face, he recognized the real Lü Siya!
Of course, only half of her.
A small half.
From deep within the other half of her body, still tightly wrapped in armor woven from green tide and blood-red patterns, came an earth-shaking roar.
Thick vines, like aortas, rose one after another across the armor's surface, struggling and writhing madly before converging upon Lü Siya's chest into a bulge that resembled both a brain and a heart.
The bulge thumped like the war drums of a demon king from the deepest pits of hell.
Even Meng Chao could hear the soul-shaking roar clearly.
"Why do you reject merging with me?"
The voice from deep within Lü Siya's chest demanded, "Could it be that you are a fool like Jin Qianxi and Meng Chao? No, that is impossible. You are not the same kind of person as them!
"I can sense your ambition. I can sense your coldness. I can sense your selfishness and your willingness to stop at