Attempting to fit a large man like Wang Hu, with his bulky frame, into a pair of tiny three-inch Golden Lotus Embroidered Shoes was somewhat comical and also not easy to accomplish.
If this had taken place during the Peaceful Era, the people present would probably have been unable to restrain their laughter upon hearing Li Yaotong's words.
But now, as demons run rampant, they understand that Wang Hu's actions were intended to increase his strength so he could better combat the demons and protect everyone. How could they possibly find it funny?
Instead, they looked on with an expression of pity, knowing that Wang Hu was about to endure great pain.
How could it not be painful?
Wang Hu had just fused with a pair of rotting corpse legs, both of which had begun to decay, causing him excruciating pain that twisted his face.