Yi Chen had guessed in advance that Jin probably wouldn't be serious,
but he hadn't expected her to directly replace the head option with an arm.
Although she didn't care at all about the pain of having her arm torn off and could even use the pain to stimulate her body and warm up quickly,
this left arm had only recently been broken by the village chief and had just been reattached. Now Jin had torn it off again... Yi Chen couldn't help feeling that this old companion was rather pitiful.
His gaze shifted to the middle of the cavern, where the holy fetus floated through the air on wings formed from an umbilical cord.
Ancient writing woven from maggots slowly surfaced across his retinas.
Mutated Holy Fetus—Marcos (Source Opening obstructed; partial Old World Knowledge detected)
Although its Source Opening had been stopped, this thing had still come into contact with something ancient for a short time, so it must have gained something. And after absorbing the essence and blood of so many instructors, its strength would certainly surpass that of a Severe Diseased.
Little Grape... can you?
Just as Yi Chen tentatively asked, Little Grape immediately guessed what he wanted to do.
This Grape already told you. The last battle against Mr. Lee was a unique and exceptional case. I absolutely cannot provide combat assistance.
All right.
Yi Chen could only seal the stump of his left arm with plants, hold his axe in one hand, and prepare to get to work.
Just then, a sound of bones and flesh shifting came from beside him.
The left arm held in Jin's hand had already been transformed into the shape of a long blade.
1. The hilt had not been altered much. It remained a left palm, maintaining its grip-like