Chapter 41: Demon Cultivator_3

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's serious, it's serious. I've always heard that the Demon Sect is most adept at body refining, but this—this isn't body refining, it's human body modification, right?" Tang Zhe'an spoke as he walked over to the servers and tore at their skin, which, when ripped, revealed grotesque and terrifying humanoid figures underneath.

These people retained human forms, but some had scales on their skin, others lacked skin and had densely packed muscles, and underneath the skin of one server was something resembling the surface of a dried corpse, and most crucially, the individuals encapsulated within were still alive.

Just as Tang Zhe'an was causing trouble, applause sounded from a distance. As the clapping reached the room, a tall figure cloaked in a black robe appeared beside the masked female hero, extending an insect-like limb from beneath the cloak and lightly placing it on the shoulder of the masked woman. With just that touch, she did not dare to move a muscle.