The two Mutants stared at them viciously, unsure if there was a problem with Zhao Jing's mutation, as it was something they had never seen before. No Mutant would normally undergo a mutation without a pressing reason.
Unless they had an extremely radical personality.
Like Zhao Jing right in front of them.
Or when driven to desperation, knowing there's no hope without resistance, finally making a last-ditch effort.
In just a moment.
With a crack.
Zhao Jing's mutation concluded, the flesh covering her body instantly solidified, cracking like a spider web and falling off layer by layer, causing everyone to look on with grave expressions.
The two Mutants were left speechless in shock, their mouths agape, staring in disbelief.
They thought Zhao Jing would turn into a monster, but the Zhao Jing that appeared in front of them exceeded their imagination, her body slender, surface bright red, with her entire arms connected to her waist like wings.
"Zhao Jing, you are..."
Thunk!
