"What was he talking about?" Blood Demon stroked his chin, pondering.
In fact, Ronan had not said much at all. The better question should have been, "What is he doing?"
Before Blood Demon could adjust, the scene in the swimming pool made the Extraordinary Species around its edge raise their brows, blink, fall into thought, or simply sneer.
Without any obvious movement from Ronan, the Bull Demon that had been struggling in the water suddenly went rigid. Its body began to swell visibly, then shrink again.
Throughout the process, its head, torso, and limbs all let out sharp crackling sounds. At first, it resembled someone twisting their joints, but soon the cracks became densely continuous, as though a string of firecrackers had been lit inside its body.
Combined with its expanding and contracting form, it would not have seemed strange at all if it had exploded into a skyful of bloody chunks the next moment.
That was likely how ordinary people saw it, but this group of Extraordinary Species would not be so superficial. More or less, they could all sense the unwavering stability and order within this seemingly bizarre and violent transformation.
"It seems this Mister Luo truly knows quite a bit about the Secret Cult." Black Lion, who had already been ignored twice, remained cheerful. Half reclining in his round chair, he rubbed his largely exposed round belly and eagerly inserted himself into a topic concerning Ronan.
Some ignored him, but others were willing to converse.
Star Witch's thin lips trembled as she returned his smile. "Reverse output of life force, perhaps. That Bull Demon no longer has any value as a patient. Rather than struggling to repair it, it would be better to preserve something more valuable... Still, the efficiency of converting between the mental expression of