Mu Tianyin's arm swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, ballooning rapidly.
The berserk power Qingge was sensing, that savage aura, kept surging higher and higher. It forced her to face it head-on; her hand clenched tightly around the Linglong Spear, power coiling, ready to be unleashed.
"Ah—!"
The swelling of his arm made Mu Tianyin cry out in agony despite himself.
Though the words coming from his mouth were thanks, when he uttered that speech, his tone was thick with rancor so dense it could not be dispelled.
His eyes, full of hatred, locked on Mu Qingge. The madness shining in them made him, right after that scream of pain, suddenly burst into wild laughter.
"Hahahahaha— Mu Qingge, don't you dare be afraid, because all of this is your gift to me!" Mu Tianyin howled at Mu Qingge, his expression hideously twisted.
Suddenly, the cloth on his right arm, and the glove woven of metallic threads, were forced apart, shredded by the constantly swelling limb.
