Magic's figure emerged from the black mist.
At this moment, his body was covered in red stripes, much like the tribal wizards of ancient rituals, eerie and mysterious. These red patterns seemed to be inexplicable symbols, or perhaps a type of writing, a language. They twisted and changed, faintly emitting a light scent of blood, clearly likely painted with blood. The giant python on him had also disappeared, and his upper body clothing was completely torn apart.
The moment he steadied himself, Magic glanced at Lophista, chuckled twice, and casually discarded his already rotten upper clothing, revealing frighteningly strong muscles, much like those of a bodybuilding coach. On his bronze skin, slabs of muscles bulged pronouncedly, his whole upper body completely resembling chunks of meat connected together, every part lined with wavy muscle textures.