When they met again, Lu PingAn's opponent, the once-arrogant "World Devourer," had completely ceased to be human.
Nonhuman, in the literal sense.
"Aaaaaah, Lu PingAn!"
A loud, ancient cry echoed through the snowy mountains. The enormous figure planted its feet atop a peak, and this half-mad "monster" was still searching for its mortal enemy.
Is this the end of a Professional? Lu PingAn shook his head. Perhaps this was the final end of the "Mother Goddess" and the "Father God." A normal Professional was always one being, not a group.
The thing before them was an entirely new species—or rather, an assembled organism.
It could probably still be said to retain a humanoid shape. It looked like a twisted treant made from countless heaps of mud, except it was made of flesh and had risen to the height of more than a dozen stories. Its body was covered in countless heads, claws, and tails. The eyeballs serving as mere decorations alone numbered at least a thousand. Those heads kept searching and roaring, yet they could never find their mortal enemy.
It was constantly fighting—against its enemies and against itself. Upon that massive meat chunk, heads bit at one another while claws tore at each other.
It seemed like a mass of flesh that would fight and devour forever, yet also like the end of countless lives.
The horrifying yet somewhat familiar sight not only made Lu PingAn lament fate's cruel joke, but also left Chris silent.
Perhaps it was merely a "what if."
Could I become like this too? If I succeeded...
In the past, Chris had not felt that there was anything wrong with it. A little distortion, mutation, inhumanity—perhaps they were simply the cost of growth and evolution.
But now, was the Legion Beast before her truly the