Shibeng was covered in molten rock. The hand gripping the Gray Ore Race member was still dripping with red magma.
The magma flowed over the Gray Ore Race member's body, leaving black scorch marks in its wake.
Shibeng gave him no chance. With a wrench of his arm, he twisted the Gray Ore Race member's neck, then stomped the fallen body to pieces.
He watched for a long time, but the Gray Ore Race member's body didn't move again. It seemed to be truly dead.
In his molten form, Shibeng stood amidst the black, superheated crystals, staring at his arm as if studying his current state.
'I wonder if killing this Gray Ore Race member will also give me that sudden surge of power.'
Mo Ling watched the Gray Ore Race member, his heart filled with shock.
'This seems to be an Abnormal Vein Patient.'
But he hadn't been infected by the Abnormal Vein malady, perhaps due to Shibeng's Molten Armor.
