"Ugh...!"
In a moment of contemplation, an icy, twisting pain shot through Qiluo's right arm. It felt as though a thousand rusted chains were tightening between her bones and nerves, inciting a terrible urge to sever the arm.
The right hand that held the sword had literally turned to steel. On her cold, grayish-blue skin, the chains that previously bound Jinglian were entwined.
This was an inevitable outcome. It would be strange if there was no price to pay for using a super-specification, cheating method like the Divine Descent Skill. The heart itself would be eroded by the "God," which for an Information Life Form meant their physical existence would also change. In another minute, her entire right arm would transform, then her right side, torso, head... Qiluo's instincts as an Information Life Form told her the exact time, but she didn't focus on those numbers.
