Time passed.
After a couple of years, quite a big chunk of Shang's stump had already vanished into nothingness.
It was a strange feeling to lose a part of oneself.
It didn't even hurt.
In a technical sense, Shang never received an injury while he was doing this since he had always been in his peak condition.
And yet, experiencing something like this elicited a certain feeling of approaching doom in someone.
A normal human could see this like their arm slowly necrosing.
With every passing second, death would come closer to one's core.
But Shang just continued and kept watching the process.
Due to the long time he had watched the Abominations before, he had already made many connections.
Even just the name of the Concept had already helped.
Transformation.
It was one thing turning into another.
