Lin Xin gazed far into the distance at the Master of Four Seasons and the Egg of Despair.
His body had returned to normal.
However, because he had engulfed too much, his head underwent a peculiar change.
The back of his head bulged high, and a pair of bony fans grew from the sides, resembling the fan-shaped ornaments worn on hair buns by ancient women.
To Lin Xin, from a distance, his appearance was like wearing a flesh-colored crown.
He now had an additional pair of arms, making it twelve in total.
The wings on his back, at some point, had turned completely translucent.
It seemed that there was also a significant change in the bloodline of the Purifying Force.
Lin Xin's body height had also shrunken again, now restored to a height of over ten meters.
"Are they still entangled in combat...?"
He looked far away at the confrontation between the Master of Four Seasons and the Egg of Despair.
"Too slow... let me give you a hand..."
Lin Xin slowly raised one arm.
