After drinking the blood, his languid aura quickly recovered, and hard bristles grew all over his body. A thick, fishy blood mist spurted out from his back, and eight iron-like insect limbs burst forth.
Even his broken hands emitted a cracking sound of shattered bones and rapidly restored themselves to their original state.
The thirteen remaining individuals struggled, trying to stand up, but coughed up even more blood.
More and more fragments of internal organs mixed into the blood.
Cheng Youyu barely held himself up, uttering in a faint, near-unconscious voice, "Brother Lin... run!"
He raised his hand weakly, pointing outside the door, his body convulsing once before losing consciousness.
Gu Jianlin narrowed his eyes, looking at the fragments of organs. Suddenly, clarity struck him!
"So that's it."
He whispered, "The hearts of those animals!"
The Joker had already achieved his final grotesque transformation, sharp fangs extending from his mouth.
"Smart!"
