The series of transformations that occurred on Shen Luo's body seemed intricate, but everything transpired in the blink of an eye.
Su Zhen's expression changed slightly. At this moment, she realized that Shen Luo's body had become several times tougher, making it impossible to tear him apart with her strength.
Before she could react further, Shen Luo let out a fierce howl. His two arms shot out like black serpents, twisting around and clasping Su Zhen's arms in a reverse grip. His fingertips erupted with two strands of pitch-black claw light.
A ripping sound rang out as two deep wounds, so deep that the bones could be seen, appeared on Su Zhen's arms. Fresh blood splattered.
A slender strand of red light shot out from Shen Luo's waist, rapidly coiling around the small glob of blood flowing from Su Zhen's arm before quickly retracting, unnoticed by anyone.
