Amidst the holy beam of light, having already lost its support from the external power, the tree warts and flesh rapidly disintegrated. It was like snow meeting a red-hot metal ball.
Amidst an indescribable sizzling sound, Cynthia's face winced as abnormal agony showed itself on her face.
She turned around with great difficulty, looking up and down, her expression turning horrified and confused. Finally, she realized that there was a problem with her.
"Admiral…" Her voice trembled as she looked ahead with fear and despair, but all she could find was an unfamiliar face.
Klein could've fed Creeping Hunger with Cynthia's remnant flesh and Spirit Body, but at that moment, he sighed and said with a calm voice, "Try not to make contact with strange artifacts or religions in the future."
