Metamorphosis

"How many more days before we get out?"

In the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, Zhang Xuezhou's expression had gone numb, Jin Wanliang was dejected, and the Golden Toad Dharma King's face was full of pain.

"Haven't we eaten a few too many Demon Beasts?"

Jin Wanliang pointed to the fourth finger that had grown on his demon body, then to a cluster of poisonous sores that had erupted on his skin.

He touched one of the sores, and yellow and white fluids both oozed out.

That a golden toad skilled in using poison had actually been poisoned by eating was as incredible as the Golden Toad Dharma King falling victim to Zou Bugui's poison.

Jin Wanliang followed behind dejectedly, looking deeply gloomy. Then he kicked backward with both legs and sprang more than two meters ahead of Zhang Xuezhou and the others.

Jin Wanliang turned his head and asked the Golden Toad Dharma King again, prompting the king to reply with his eyelids lowered.

"Your body is undergoing a metamorphosis. As long as you control its direction, you might pick up one or two Demon Beast abilities," the Golden Toad Dharma King said.

"What about me?"

Zhang Xuezhou asked the Golden Toad Dharma King, his expression numb.

He raised his palm, revealing tiny white scales emerging across it, while two long white feathers behind his ears fluttered in the wind.

Besides that, Zhang Xuezhou had been pulling black hairs from his arms every day. Even when he pulled until his skin broke and bled, they kept growing back.

As for the swelling in his belly and legs, Zhang Xuezhou had no attention to spare for them.

Over these days, he had eaten the meat of nearly one kind of Demon Beast every day.

The one human and two demons had