The shaking of the Mutant Panda was as if a more powerful engine had suddenly been installed in its body, yet the body couldn't withstand this power.
Under the erosion of the virus, its body was autonomously adjusting, gradually synchronizing with this new engine.
Ling Mo was completely focused on observing Little White, afraid to miss any detail.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
From all over Little White's body, there came a noise like bones deforming.
Little White's whining became even more painful, its body shaking even more violently.
"Is it having such a strong reaction because it is mutating while evolving at the same time?" Ling Mo reached out and ran his hand through Little White's long fur, then looked thoughtfully at the sweat in his palm.
Then came another series of intense popping sounds, and at the same time, the muscles on Little White's body bulged.
Its already huge body seemed to grow even larger.
