The young man's body was entwined with dark qi, and in an instant, his body was covered with scales, looking ferocious and terrifying.
"It's you Martial Artists who turned me into this neither-human-nor-ghost creature. My name is Number Eighteen, Test Subject Eighteen," Number Eighteen said coldly, his blood-red eyes staring at Lin Chen.
"Who was it? Who turned you into this?" Lin Chen asked in shock and urgency.
"You don't need to know, because you will soon become the nourishment in my blood pool."
As soon as his words ended, Number Eighteen appeared in front of Lin Chen like lightning, his clawed palm slashing towards his throat.
Lin Chen's pupils contracted, and his body flashed, disappearing from the spot instantaneously, though his shirt still got ripped a few times.
The next instant, Lin Chen's fist collided heavily with Number Eighteen's claws.
Boom!
