Sharp spikes gleaming with mechanical luster pierced through the cheek of the man with brown hair in an instant, followed by countless spikes erupting like a hedgehog's back, piercing out from the man's body, tearing his clothes, and twisting his frame.
It was then that Zhang Yusi realized that the man, who had been facing them all along, had a completely hollow back, with twisted flesh and shattered mechanical fragments entwined within.
A powerful wave of physiological nausea surged in her heart; she was prepared to face the grotesque creatures of the ruins, but not prepared to face twisted humans.
People are always filled with fear towards things that look human but are not.
At this moment, the white light of the sword had already collided with the sharp spikes on the man's body.
The sharp sword blade glided along that seems like a hybrid of mechanical and flesh spikes, swiftly slicing diagonally across the man's body, splitting it in two.
