Lloyd's attention was entirely focused on the lump of flesh before him. As he carefully wielded his scalpel, he was also secretly wondering about its physiological structure.
How should he put it... it simply radiated a sense of chaos and disorder.
There was no continuity between the bones; instead, they grew like bone spurs embedded in the flesh. Would it even hurt if they moved? The nerves and blood vessels were also abnormally disordered, completely lacking any coherent pathways. It felt just like someone who had suffered a cultivation deviation, with their meridians severed inch by inch.
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