Wang Yong was not about to be hurt by Takar's desperate struggle. He twisted the arm locking Takar's joints and exerted more force. With a dull crack from the shoulder blade, Takar's body involuntarily sank lower. No matter how white and sharp his teeth were, they were useless now.
But as he looked at the extraordinarily "active" blood plasma and flesh fragments on Takar's face, along with the crisscrossing web of electricity, Wang Yong finally understood where that inexplicably seeping Alien Electric Fire had come from.
Takar had little strength left to fight back, and Wang Yong had the attention to study the operational pattern of this Alien Electric Fire. Yet for the moment, it all remained utterly baffling.
Subconsciously, he freed one hand, intending to interfere a little and see whether he could uncover some part of its underlying mechanism...
"Don't move!"
Tu Ge's shout pierced straight into his eardrums, harsher than ever before.
Wang Yong's fingers froze before Takar's face, while Takar, who had been struggling madly only moments ago, also stiffened into stillness. Wang Yong was so confused that he could not tell whom Tu Ge's shout had been directed at.
Before he could figure it out, he saw the blood plasma and minced flesh smeared across Takar's face, which had been drawing together and connecting, begin to "sink inward."
Or rather, Takar's skin, together with that blood plasma and minced flesh, had turned into clay or dough that could be kneaded at will—only far more precise.
Right before his fingertips, Wang Yong watched Takar's dark facial skin tear open, exposing a dense web of blood vessels and nerves.
It was this most intricate circulatory and control network of the human body that was "accepting" the foreign blood plasma and flesh fragments, threading them together and "sewing"