As Soul Consciousness invaded the monster's mind—
Lu Feng instantly sensed scene after scene. The surprise already on his face gradually darkened, clouded by anger and indignation.
"How was it?" Seeing Lu Feng release his fingers, Fan Linlin stepped forward and asked with concern, "Did you find anything useful? Is this thing a human or a beast?"
"A human!" Lu Feng said grimly. "But beast parts were grafted onto him, turning him into a half-human, half-beast creature."
"What?" Fan Linlin was astonished. "That was done by those people too? They were not content with developing Creation Pills—they were also tinkering with such crooked and wicked arts?"
Lu Feng nodded. "From what I can tell so far, they really did manage to create it. They were only one final step away from success."
"What step?" Fan Linlin asked casually, then caught herself and changed her words. "You mean... consciousness?"
"That's right. This method still could not preserve one's self-awareness." Lu Feng pointed at the dead man before them and continued, "After Shadow Thunder Bat wings and a Ghost Face Tiger throat bone were grafted onto him, he gained part of those beasts' innate power. Yet he could not dissolve the rejection between beast and body. His self-awareness was obliterated, leaving behind a monster neither human nor beast."
Fan Linlin hesitated before asking, "The portion of beast power you mentioned—does that refer to the lightning power he unleashed earlier, and that tiger roar's sound wave?"
"Thinking it over, those really did resemble the attack methods of a Shadow Thunder Bat and a Ghost Face Tiger."
"If this method succeeded, wouldn't countless ordinary Soul Masters be transformed into monsters with the powerful attacks of fierce beasts?"
"And combined with Creation Pills, they could practically forge a terrifying force."
Lu Feng shook his head