After Malka finished her final sentence, the features that had been scattered across the surface of the giant cocoon quickly gathered together and bulged outward.
At the same time, strands like tentacles slowly pulled away from the edges of the face. In the blink of an eye, a genuine face worm appeared on the cocoon's surface.
After giving its body a little shake, the face worm leaped down like lightning.
Of course, its previous miserable experience had taught it not to lunge straight at Fu Qian. Instead, it made for Malfo's gaunt chest.
The latter neither dodged nor resisted, letting Malka's face slam into him.
The face worm tore through his shirt in an instant, then burrowed into his flesh.
Not a drop of blood seeped out. The next moment, Malka's face reappeared on his chest, seemingly fused with him completely.
Not a sound was made throughout the entire process. Once it was all over, Malfo silently took out an object.
It was about as long as a forearm, shaped like a curved blade, and colored gold and crimson. Countless golden flames seemed to roil across it as it moved.
This thing was no low-rank item!
Fu Qian immediately sensed that something was unusual. Rather than a weapon, it looked more like a talisman of some peculiar shape.
As for the awe-inspiring aura it contained, the only other thing that had given him a similar feeling was the Blood God Curse talisman belonging to Camus, another member of the Native Council.
The Native Council sure had a rich trove of treasures!
Malfo, with Malka embedded in his chest, now gripped the blade-shaped talisman in both hands and raised it high overhead. The golden flames atop it blazed like a torch.
Without hesitation, he brought it down in a fierce slash.