The Black-painted skull was completely dumbfounded, his jaw almost dislocated.
He could probably guess what the Curse Blade Handle looked like on its previous owner, but never in such an abnormal shape that it couldn't even be called a weapon, and prolonged inspection might even feel nauseating.
Sticky, wet tentacles, along with randomly arranged fingers, and the slimy texture of muscle and membrane.
This chaotic and strange feeling was much more disgusting than the average tumor creature, and it even vaguely evoked a sense of fear.
This was not the weapon form that Luo Di wanted, but the result of a mutation caused by forcibly feeding the blade handle to wield it.
Nevertheless, Luo Di had figured out the principle of this blade through this process.
The essence of it was the blade handle itself.
The specific shape of the blade could be customized by the wielder; all that was needed was to feed the handle, and it would construct the blade from the materials fed.
Now,
