"What exactly is this thing?"
The sight before her had clearly disgusted Lanaia.
And this was only the beginning.
After the long strip of flesh emerged from the severed neck, it began to swell silently from the tip, like a balloon slowly inflating.
Before long, it had taken on a roughly human shape.
But only roughly.
The thing had the basic outline of a human body, with a head and limbs, but it was completely hairless, and its proportions looked horribly awkward.
It had no skin, either. Its surface was made up of taut, bulging webs of fascia in various colors, overlapping to form deep folds.
The most striking part was where its head should have been. It had no eyes, mouth, or other features. Instead, its fascia unfurled outward in layers like petals, while a glistening liquid seeped from the center.
Its bizarre structure and strange colors made even a single glance feel as though one's mind were changing, as all manner of desires were whipped into a frenzy.
Mythical Form?
A word sprang naturally to Fu Qian's mind.
When he had dealt with Old Man Logan before, the old man had once shown him his complete Mythical Form.
Of course, it had been nowhere near this disgusting.
Come to think of it, he still didn't have a Mythical Form of his own. He supposed he would need to wait until he fused a trait.
This form, so close to the very essence of power, could deal a considerable blow to the mind of anyone who looked directly at it.
But as a demigod, without any difference in rank, he wasn't affected that much.
After all, he'd been able to withstand Old Man Logan's clothes-exploding transformation. This was nothing by comparison.
Unfortunately, Lanaia wasn't nearly so calm.
As an