Did not arouse curiosity, nor did it bring any fear.
Because in the eyes of the opponent, nothing about you is important; you are merely a being destined to be weaker than them.
Life Value loss — fifty percent.
Wen Xishu couldn't even see how Libra was attacking. Even though his values had reached their peak.
His body continued to mutate, becoming increasingly grotesque, with numerous tentacles bursting out of his body, and his entire face starting to become monstrous.
What an ugly posture this was.
Standing on the same battlefield with Skylar, who possessed neutral beauty, the two seemed like an angel and a demon.
Life Value loss — seventy-five percent.
Tumors, eyeballs, tentacles, bizarre black lines, blood-red clouds in the sky, and the exaggerated surrounding gravity coefficient.
When the blood-lock afforded by Lu Mingxuan's armor finally lost its effect, when Wen Xishu was left with only the last quarter of life...
