At that moment, it was as if the clothes were his true body. His own flesh and blood, in contrast, were stretched taut over them, becoming a gruesome, bloody garment he now wore.
His internal organs could be seen clearly, spilling to the ground with a wet SPLAT. Strips of blood vessels, individual bones, and chunks of muscle all clung to that single piece of clothing. Only his limbs and head remained intact.
"You lied to me! You must die!"
The man's face grew even more twisted as he suddenly charged toward Yang An.
'He's lost his mind! He's gone completely mad!'
A smile touched the corners of Yang An's mouth. Despite knowing that Yang An practiced Light Magic, the man was actively closing the distance. It was clear his mind had been affected.
'Excellent!'
