The small, unknown mouthparts that appeared on the skin around the wound were even more reminiscent of tiny, intricate orifices that, closely packed together, not only inspired a sense of thrill akin to trypophobia but also swiftly devoured the gushing fresh blood from the wound.
However, as these mouthparts rapidly consumed the blood, they didn't do so without effect. Zhao Mei could clearly feel that as more blood was devoured by these terrifying orifices, the skin around the wound seemed to be crazily proliferating, quickly covering up the wounded area.
As for the result, it had become quite obvious. Once covered by this newly grown skin, the previous wounds simply vanished, but whether they were completely healed or just temporarily suppressed, that was something Zhao Mei did not know.
In just a short span of time, the terrifying thirty-meter wound on the chest of the Flesh Giant Servant had completely recovered, leaving no trace of anything abnormal.
