His tone was even; his actions, resolute.
As Fu Qian's right arm continued to expand, he could distinctly feel the fear emanating from the opponent.
In just a few seconds, his arm had grown to twice the size of his body, with fierce spikes protruding alternately to form a grotesque giant claw.
Not only that, but the entire half of his body connected to the giant claw was now covered in thick Bone Armor, streaked with red.
This half-human, half-monster concept actually originated from Su Gao, and it proved to have quite the visual impact.
"You... monster!"
The middle-aged man who bore the brunt of it had a voice that was somewhat hoarse.
This man clearly had a bit of insight, able to see the gap between them.
On one hand, there was the oppressive feeling caused by the disparity in strength; on the other, the discomfort of having his fixed beliefs shattered.
