His skin began to crack, revealing the metallic texture underneath.
The spine made a teeth-grinding clicking sound, and each vertebra protruded, as if some mechanical structure was being reorganized.
The most terrifying thing was his eyes - the whites of his eyes were quickly infected by darkness, and his pupils turned into two points of scarlet light.
Zhao Han, who was in severe pain, suddenly laughed, and his laughter was mixed with the harsh sound of metal friction.
His nails were falling off, replaced by sharp metal claws.
Every inch of his muscles was being torn and reassembled, but he could no longer feel the pain—only the hatred was as clear as yesterday.
Snap!
Zhao Han's right arm suddenly twisted into an impossible angle, and the skin completely burst, revealing the coldly glowing metal skeleton underneath.
Dark red energy flowed between the bones, and wherever it passed, the flesh and blood were assimilated into a semi-mechanical structure.
The grass and trees within three feet around him withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the ground sizzled as some invisible force corroded the ground into honeycomb-like holes.
He had just merged with the puppet and was not yet able to control the power contained in the puppet well. The leaked breath alone was enough to kill all living things.
boom!
A dark red air wave burst out from Zhao Han's body, and the ground within a radius of ten feet sank three feet in an instant.
His face had completely changed. The left half was a pale human face, while the right half was cold metal. The two forms formed a terrifying dividing line at the bridge of his nose.
The sound of metal rubbing against each other resounded through everyone's eardrums, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and blood.
"You all... deserve to die."
Zhao Han's voice was no longer a human tone, but a harsh whisper like the friction of thousands of metal wires, echoing throughout the valley.
Fatty Wang, who asked Zhao Han to kneel down and beg Li Lingge for forgiveness, froze and his laughter stopped abruptly.
A sharp metal claw pierced through his chest, and before the blood could splatter, it was solidified into a dark red color like rust by some strange force.
"Kneel down, seriously!"
Zhao Han's voice sounded in his ears, like the whisper of hell.
Fatty Wang opened his mouth, but only a "gurgling" sound came out of his throat.
The next second, his body began to metalize from the inside, his bones twisted, and his flesh and blood crystallized. He seemed to be forced to kneel on the ground by an invisible force, and then turned into a pile of dark red metal fragments.
Zhang Yang just noticed something was wrong and turned around to run away.
However, just as he took a step, the ground beneath his feet suddenly twisted and deformed, and countless metal thorns broke out of the ground, instantly piercing his limbs and nailing him in mid-air.
"Where are you running to?"
Zhao Han slowly approached, and his metal fingertips gently stroked his cheek.
Zhang Yang's skin began to peel off inch by inch, replaced by cold metal lines.
His throat was strangled by an invisible force, and he couldn't even scream. He could only watch his body disintegrate bit by bit, eventually turning into a twisted metal statue.
"Zhao Han, how dare you harm your fellow disciples!"
After Senior Brother Wu reacted, he roared angrily, summoned his own flying sword, and slashed towards Zhao Han!
Unfortunately, he had not yet realized how powerful the terrifying aura from Zhao Han was.
Before the flying sword got close, it solidified in mid-air, then broke into pieces and turned into iron chips that flew away.
"With just this little bit of ability, you are worthy of laughing at me?"
Zhao Han raised his hand and clenched it. Senior Brother Wu's body was instantly squeezed by an invisible force. His bones burst, his flesh and blood twisted, and finally, it exploded like a crushed pottery jar!
Before the blood hit the ground, it had already condensed into dark red metal particles in the air and scattered down.
The remaining disciples finally realized what was happening and chaos ensued.
"Run!"
"Zhao Han has turned into a monster. Go find Senior Sister Song and Senior Brother Li!"
"Brother Zhao, please don't kill me. I know I was wrong."
Unfortunately, in Zhao Han's opinion, it was too late.
He simply raised his hand lightly, and within a radius of a hundred feet, all humans, birds, and beasts began to turn into metal.
The disciple's skin peeled off inch by inch, revealing the cold metal structure underneath.
The flying bird froze in mid-air and fell down as a block of iron.
Even the trees were twisted and deformed, their branches piercing the nearby disciples like sharp swords.
"Zhao Han, I'm going to fight you!"
Some people tried to form a formation to resist, but as soon as their divine power was gathered, it was corroded by some strange force and the formation collapsed instantly.
Even if he tried to escape by burning his blood, he was pulled back by an invisible force and smashed heavily to the ground, his bones shattered.
Zhao Han looked indifferently at those who were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and slowly raised his hand.
"You don't know you're wrong, you're just afraid of death."
The next second, their bodies exploded like porcelain hit by a huge hammer!
When the last disciple's screams stopped abruptly, the entire valley had turned into a deadly metal hell.
Corpses, plants, and rocks were all corroded by some strange force and transformed into dark red metal sculptures.
Zhao Han stood in a sea of corpses and blood, slowly raised his head, and his scarlet electronic eyes locked onto the depths of the secret realm.
"Li Lingge...it's your turn."
…
In the dense ancient forest, the red-flaming whip in Song Qingqing's hand swept away the vines hanging in front of her like a spirit snake.
Li Lingge carried Wei Xiang on his back, feeling her soft chest against his back, and both of them felt a little distracted.
"That Frozen Battle Rotation Talisman just now actually has the same effect as the Battle Rotation and Star Shifting Array."
Wei Xiang had passed on all his knowledge of talismans to him, so he was sure that there was no Ice-Sealing Battle-Turning Talisman.
Wei Xiang rested his chin on Li Lingge's shoulder and whispered.
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