His height shot up to nearly three meters. He radiated a cold, metallic aura and the thick stench of blood. His eyes turned into two crimson points of light, locked dead on Wu Liangchen.
"I'm going to tear you to pieces!" A synthesized, mechanical voice emanated from Schiller's twisted throat, filled with bloodthirsty cruelty.
His massive hydraulic pincers snapped shut with a deafening clang, as if they could crush the very air. Their sharp edges emanated a terrifying sense of power.
Wu Liangchen's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected Schiller to be hiding an ace like this. This semi-mechanical transformation was clearly no simple modification; it was more like some kind of forbidden technique that combined Magic with machinery. The modified Schiller's strength and defense had both been boosted exponentially.
But Wu Liangchen didn't flinch. He charged forward without hesitation.
BOOM!
