Under the shadow's gaze, Feng Buzhi first made a bold speech full of grand promises, then struggled to unleash the power within him. His right arm swelled, and faint crimson lines of light appeared, coursing through it.
But it was no use. Dark-red hexagonal scales spread over Feng Buzhi's right arm like a honeycomb, then crept across the entire right side of his body.
Even the right side of Feng Buzhi's face was covered by a mask patterned with dark-red honeycomb scales.
The scales continued to spread, seemingly about to devour his entire body...
Above the pit, the bearded Pei Chao cried out, "Holy crap!" His face was full of astonishment, and he seemed excited by Feng Buzhi's transformation. The shadow could only feel an indescribable bitterness inside.
Then, just as the shadow thought everything was over, he suddenly saw the dark-red honeycomb scales on Feng Buzhi begin to fall away. First the scales on his face, then those on his body, and finally those on his arm.
By the time the shadow realized what was happening, every hexagonal scale had fallen from Feng Buzhi.
Feng Buzhi gently rubbed his forehead with the hand holding the sword and said, "I thought I could avoid being affected altogether. Turns out it still got the better of me. I underestimated this weapon."
Feng Buzhi gave his slightly dizzy head a gentle shake and looked at the stunned shadow nearby. "What are you waiting for? The Weird inside this sword has settled down for now. Aren't you going to reclaim your power and memories?"
"Huh? Oh..."
The shadow nodded unconsciously and reached out to touch the dark-red sword.
Dark-red, eerie energy flowed from the sword into the shadow's body, and her appearance changed.
Her body gradually became solid. No longer an indistinct figure