Shouldn't Be a Loss

But soon, something even more shocking happened to Wang Ye.

That leg.

Its normal yellow human skin gradually turned pure black, then red, and finally green.

All the random things Wang Ye had thrown earlier were taking effect.

It was already too awful to look at.

Wang Ye lowered his head in self-reproach.

However, those poisons were still insignificant to Wang Ye. After all, he had not died even in this state, though the effects were still lingering.

At the very least, for a long, long time to come, that leg would have to roam the Wasteland in its flamboyant green color.

Most importantly, the arm in front of Wang Ye gradually began fusing with the leg.

It was extremely bizarre. They were clearly two entirely unrelated body parts, yet they had been forcibly pieced together, making it look as though a hand had grown from the leg.

The leg was green.

And the hand bore glaringly conspicuous words.

It looked utterly ridiculous.

But amusing as it was, the thing's energy surged wildly at that moment, and its pressure continued to rise.

Buddha Realm.

It was still somewhat inferior to the Six Imperials, but compared to an ordinary Buddha, it was not weak in the slightest. Moreover, its physical body was even tougher—practically immortal.

This...

Was this Wang Ye's strength?

Wang Ye's expression gradually turned solemn.

The arm, having completed another portion of its puzzle, tore through the void and vanished in an instant.

The little girl could not help secretly letting out a breath of relief.

This...

Couldn't be considered a failure to carry out her task, right?

The stench from that leg had nothing to do with her. Hopefully, Wang would not blame her.

It could not have been the new servant she had taken in causing trouble,