The sword horn from the beetle had unknowingly fallen to the ground.
And in the gap where the original sheath met the flesh, there was now a longer form, a silver-gray bone-iron longsword densely covered with nerve-like patterns.
The sword hilt, with grooves designed for better grip, extended from the side shoulder at the optimal length and angle for a Wolf Mouth to bite onto. A bone-white chain like a medal chain hung down to the chest, linking both the hilt and the opposite shoulder for stability.
A cold machine of war forged from metal and flesh.
Many times, even for an adventurer who knows nothing about such a creature's identity, just one look can give an intuitive sense of its exaggerated combat power.
To put it simply, a demon that looks like this can never be weak!
And indeed, this is the truth.
As Xia Nan, the actual experiencer of the evolution, he could very clearly feel the tremendous changes coming from all over his body.
