Boom!
As the sound echoed off the walls, Song Yin charged forward, his punch accompanied by a loud sonic boom, and with it, bricks and stones from the wall scattered in all directions.
An enormous hole was blasted into the entire wall by Song Yin's strike, and with his fingers shaped like claws, he reached in, grabbed hold, and pulled out—seemingly from nowhere—a bloated monster, its flesh seemingly made of the same material as the wall.
Thud!
The moment the monster hit the ground, it grew from small to over five meters tall in an instant, looking like a mountain made of flesh. Flesh buds emerged on its neck, twisting upwards and eventually forming a head.
It was a delicate and handsome face—the head of Ximen Kuan.
Pain contorted the face as countless flesh buds clung to it like tree roots, gradually melding the head with the bloated body. And slowly, the pained expression was replaced with one of manic delight.
"Fallen Monarch's power!"