Before his words fell, Qiu Chengyi's right hand suddenly swelled.
Not only did its length become several times its original size, but it also stretched and segmented like a centipede's body twisting.
Immediately afterward, that grotesque arm swung at the oncoming Liang Yuntian.
Boom!
Amidst the strange cries, the latter was flung dozens of meters away like a baseball, planting headfirst into a nearby rotting wooden building, smashing a deep pit upon impact.
However, the appetite clearly gave Liang Yuntian boundless strength; in just one second, he shook off the debris and clambered out of the pit, charging forward again.
This time his face had lost the last vestiges of flesh, his bones gleaming white as he moved completely on all fours.
Above his spine, more than a dozen scorpion-like bone spurs wafted and swayed.
Yet this time, his steps were hindered and torn by countless arms on the ground.
It was clear that Qiu Chengyi was handling them with increasing ease.
