"You really are different from the things before."
Almost the moment it hit the ground, the head shattered into pieces.
And from its original position, threads of blood were struggling to stretch into the outline of a head.
Watching this scene, faced with the overly honest Miss An, Jill couldn't help but comment.
And no one refuted.
Whether honest or not, even the dullest person would notice that An's situation was indeed much better than the one before.
Especially her mental state, which was unbelievably stable, with clear thoughts and even sarcasm, and the demonic dual speech belonging to White vanished after his head exploded.
The remaining voice, though slightly distorted, was still recognizably An.
"Are you trying to say... as long as you willingly embrace the Crimson Frenzy, without needing anything else, you can undergo some kind of transformation? And thus survive in this place?"
