In the corner, Wayne fanned the black smoke, creating face after face that rose and fell.
He always had a knack for special effects.
"Ah ah ah————"
In the rolling black smoke, a pair of yellowish eyes snapped open, a terrifying aura descended, a strong gust swept across, a visible shockwave spread out, shattering test tubes and knocking over instruments.
All the researchers fell unconscious from this strike.
On the stone platform, Christian tore off the iron hoops, his lower body unchanged, his upper body bulked up a circle, muscles tightly coiled, and hedgehog-like long hair dragging on the ground.
The black face twisted horrifically, eyes yellowish, transformed into a evil spirit corrupted by Hell.
No mask of the Hell wind, no fiery red lips, nor pale skin.
From an expert's standpoint, Christian's evolution was undoubtedly a failure; neither human nor ghost, just cannon fodder in Hell.
