Xia Nan witnessed the entire process of the dried corpse's transformation.
The dried corpse's head, with its gray-white, withered, sparse hair, still lay quietly on the ground, but its equally collapsed body began to convulse violently.
As the hissing in the air grew increasingly distinct, a fist-sized, blood-soaked spherical outline rose sluggishly from the severed stump of its neck like a sprouting bud, visibly swelling upward.
"Pudu."
The purplish-red rotten flesh was burst open by foul-smelling pus and blood, and the ball of flesh exploded in an instant.
What came into view was a long, powerful, dark-green snake head covered in fine, dull scales.
Its bright yellow vertical pupils were almost identical to the corpse's murky snake eyes on the ground ahead.
Screech—
Like some shoddy assembled toy, the corpse's left arm, which was twitching the most violently, snapped clean off from the savage wound at its shoulder.
The severed arm in the viscous pus and blood thrashed endlessly like a fish out of water.
Yet the stump of the arm had already bulged like its head had, forming a gradually swelling ball of flesh.
This was not a cutscene from a game in his previous life where he could only choose "watch" or "skip."
Of course Xia Nan could not simply stand there and watch the other side transform without doing anything.
In fact, as early as the moment he turned back and noticed the corpse's changes, he had already rushed toward the dried corpse with Wooden Sword wreathed in flames in hand.
But the indescribable sense of mortal danger brought by his high Perception forced him to stop.
His adventuring career was still short. Even if his rate of improvement far surpassed others, his accumulated foundation still could not be considered deep.
Every Combat Skill he had was