Su Bai had watched the video circulating online before. Although it had captured a figure turning into a monster, the lighting was dim, and the person had deliberately hidden his face in the shadows to conceal his true appearance. No matter how many times the video was replayed, it was impossible to make out exactly what he had mutated into.
Now, the monster that had been behind Su Bai stood fully exposed before him.
The monster had almost nothing left on its body except a few scraps of cloth barely covering its private parts. It looked as though it had suffered some unbearable itch that made it unable to tolerate any excess fabric against its skin.
Its skin was covered in scratches, with scales jutting out around the wounds and giving off an eerie sheen. Its razor-sharp nails reflected a cold glint like metal, as though they could tear apart anything in its path at any moment.
The monster had scratched its own face raw, and its constant torment had left its hair patchy and disheveled.
Its eyes were clouded, with an uncontrollable savagery lurking deep within its pupils.
Su Bai could not help wondering what kind of torment this humanoid figure had endured to become like this. Could its shattered soul still retain one last trace of humanity?
After all, during their earlier phone call, even though the monster before him had already planned to ambush Su Bai, perhaps even craving his blood and flesh, it had still spoken in human words rather than bestial roars.
Su Bai had intended to dispose of the monster before it could attack. Yet just as those sharp claws were about to reach him, its movements abruptly stopped.
In that instant, the monster's clouded eyes briefly cleared. A trace of pain appeared on