On Wolf Face's body, Jiang Shu felt nothing but an abyss-like oppression.
There was no obvious armor, yet there was a terrifying presence, and now his arms had nonchalantly morphed into silvery wing suits.
This transformation was unlike anything he knew.
Normally, when prosthetics transformed, there would be clear signs of assembly and joints, but as Lang Tai's arms changed, they flowed like water, as if liquid metal was freely reconfiguring itself.
Such a shape-shifting ability, Gary had never heard of; he could only roughly guess that it was some kind of mysterious metal made from Black Silver, beyond that he knew nothing.
Black Silver...
Could his entire body have been forged from Black Silver?
Even now, he couldn't help but be shocked — how terrifying must be the amount of Black Silver and technical support required for such a feat?
"Let's go," Jiang Shu patted Gary on the shoulder, "we need to leave this place quickly."
