I couldn't help but gasp in astonishment; this fat guy was just too outrageous!

His fingers started to grow rapidly after he had only drunk a little blood!

I could see it clearly; even on his knuckles, some insects were about to break through his skin and come out.

But after the fat man flicked his finger, the insects became docile and stopped moving.

I thought to myself, it seems that regardless of whether the fat man has any conscious intentions, his body is still being dominated by the fat man himself.

Otherwise, the insects would probably have already torn through the skin and come out to devour this strong body.

However, overall, his entire large hand was covered in pits and bumps.

However, his hands remained in the same state as before, and at this moment, the fat man really looked more and more like a giant toad.

"Master, just chop him up!"

If we don't stop him now, I'm afraid this monster will grow to a point where we can't control it anymore!

The voice of Lei Jijian was shouting in my head; he was already very anxious.

I understand Lei Jijian's desire to make a move and fight.

However, if we are too eager for quick results, we will certainly not get good results.

Currently, the fat man's body tissues are clearly in a state of rapid growth.

If we force our way in, I reckon all the rotting worms inside him will fight back!

"Brother...you said if this fat guy really turned into a frog or a toad, wouldn't his clothes be even more fragile...?"

The girl did offer a fairly clear idea.

I just smiled and didn't say anything.

This guy is clearly getting stronger slowly, and trying to make him weaker is just wishful thinking.

All I want now is for this guy not to get stronger again; that would be a huge blessing.

However, as things stand now, such a thought is nothing but wishful thinking; even the tips of his outstretched fingers are slowly becoming sharper.

That kind of appearance clearly suggests that he should grow up to be like an ancient person, capable of entangled with other people's hands!

The thought of this immediately made me even more apprehensive.

This guy isn't researching any new techniques of his own; he's clearly slowly emulating the ancients!

I was puzzled. If he really had such a method, he couldn't possibly not use it when we surrounded him, hit him on the stone platform, and we were running him around, right?

In other words, it's very likely that this guy didn't just not use it, but that he simply didn't know how to use it before!

This special technique of slowly lengthening his fingers is something he has only just learned!

Thinking about this made me even more anxious...

It means that he is slowly learning from the ancients' way of life.

Then I watched his other fingers, and they started to move slowly as well. Although it was slow, it was clearly similar to the techniques used by the ancients.

I even remember clearly that when the ancients stretched their large hands violently and changed the state of their muscles, they would rotate their wrists.

This fat guy seems to be making wrist-twisting motions now.

"We have no choice but to take action..."

This is exactly the kind of thing the ancients used to entangle us with...

But the problem is, if you could persuade that ancient person, do you think this fat man could even understand what you're saying?

I quickly and thankfully took two steps back instinctively, my mind filled with confusion.

Logically speaking, this should be unique to the ancients.

Can blood extracted from ancient remains really be considered the same as his?

That doesn't make sense either; that ancient person has been dead for a long time.

Even if he is truly tenacious, his unique methods cannot be etched into the blood that flows from his veins.

I wondered to myself, could it be that everyone who came out of this mural could use similar methods?

And it wasn't just me and the boy in the mural; everyone seemed to have noticed that the sounds of celebration that were going on had quieted down considerably.

They all leaned forward, and when I looked at them, their bodies were clearly defined; each one was a straight line.

But in my view, their faces were still blurry.

However, even though it wasn't very clear, I could still see a look of surprise on the most basic and monotonous lines on their faces!

Some had their mouths wide open, while others had chubby little hands pointing their fingers, and even the whispers from before seemed weaker.

At this moment, I can no longer tell which type of people they are.

At least their voices were quieter, whether they were celebrating or whispering, as if they were silently watching what was happening before their eyes.

What's even more surprising is that the fat man ignored us and the people in the mural.

This doesn't make sense. He had reacted to our actions before.

And wouldn't all these changes pose a threat to this fat man?

He had been frantically smashing into that mural!

He simply maintained that heavy gait and moved slowly.

Moving forward step by step.

With each step they took, the great light in their hands shone brighter.

Even slender, pointed fingers will grow a little longer.

After another minute or two, the condition of this guy's fingertips was almost comparable to that of real thorns.

Now I realize that this guy might actually be attacking us directly with those spiked hands.

Even if it really is a spiked hand, it would probably be extremely difficult to deal with!

Moreover, its growth rate is almost catching up with the rapid growth of arms in ancient times.

Even more outrageous, this guy's suit started to tighten slowly.

I watched as his exposed muscles stretched wildly, and the flesh covered by his suit seemed to be slowly bulging out beneath the fabric.

At this point, he was no longer the toad-like figure he had at the beginning; instead, he was slowly transforming into the muscular physique of the ancients.

No way, is this guy going to transform from a toad into a human too??

Is this the Frog Prince?!

No, even if he really did become a human, he would still be a toad.

Even his walking posture started to become more steady, changing from that staggering state, as if he were replicating the form of the ancients.

I noticed it, and the girl also noticed the anomaly.

"Brother, do you think this guy is slowly becoming like the ancients, imitating them...?"

After all, he had already absorbed the blood from this ancient person's body...

"Shall we go straight through the gap? Let's go straight through; this is the best opportunity!"