No. 03's transformation had been witnessed by everyone.
Her flesh had shattered, her mind had vanished, and now it was her soul's turn.
Yet the changes to her soul surpassed everyone's expectations. Instead of shattering immediately, her soul fused with that Mystic Fruit.
Before everyone's eyes—
The Mystic Fruit wreathed in blood-red mist suddenly fell from the "branch," landing squarely atop No. 03's soul. It did not bounce away, but burrowed into her soul body, ultimately stopping at her chest and transforming into a glowing red orb.
The metallic structure behind the red light was clearly visible.
It looked like an... artificial heart installed within a soul body.
After the Mystic Fruit entered No. 03's soul, the clarity that had remained in her eyes began to fade into blank whiteness. Her consciousness was completely stripped away.
As her consciousness vanished, the Mystic Fruit began releasing a faint red mist from her chest, spreading through No. 03's soul body.
Before long, the red mist had filled her chest and abdomen.
Then it spread upward along her neck. Her head, facial features, and even the strands of hair simulated by soul power were stained red.
At a glance, she resembled a blood demon from the abyss.
The red mist did not stop. It continued spreading, seemingly intent on staining No. 03's entire soul body with its aura.
"Xiuluo, Lord City Lord, what is happening?" Boluoye looked at the increasingly "red" soul body in the distance, his expression full of confusion. "Why was her soul the only one not shattered and absorbed?"
The young City Lord, transformed into a Fire Luo, did not answer Boluoye's question. He merely watched the distant changes in silence, narrowing his eyes. From the fleeting look in his gaze, it was clear that he seemed to have thought