บท 1307: 424. Toolman? No! _2

These bone spurs looked sharp and hard, yet they felt as soft as cotton.

They wrapped around the limbs and torso of the Demon God Host, spreading in layers and gradually covering the entire body.

Once a layer of bone armor had formed on the surface of the body, dense blood vessels extended from the gaps in the armor, followed by fresh flesh and fascia, and finally a layer of dark skin.

Noland Lee watched the transformation of the Demon God Host from outside the ship, through "Mind View."

The once skinny Demon God Host had now become a five-meter tall Titan with a rotund waist.

On its body, the cloak and armor, formed from coagulated blood and flesh chunks, clung tightly to the body, emitting an aura of cruelty and bloodiness.

One glance was enough for others to feel a chill.

Unquestionably, this was a Demon God Host obsessed with slaughter, and moreover, it could gain more power by consuming the corpses of its enemies.