The crimson red eyes were scarier than a zombie's grayish-white ones. They seemed to contain the flames of hell and the blood from Purgatory.
It was the fearless gaze of madness. The only thing it retained was self-consciousness.
He won, did he not?
When Tang Ling irritated the Level 2 Crawler, a burning sensation exploded from his head. The burning sensation was so familiar and the temperature was infatuating.
At that exact moment, he did not lose his self-consciousness. He knew that he had won by flipping the last card on the table.
His muscles started to engorge. The Level 2 Crawler's teeth that touched his bones were squeezed out by his growing muscles so much so that even its mouth passively moved away.
As Tang Ling continued to transform, his body grew bigger and his battle uniform eventually burst into shreds.