It was Gaya Kantomi... Undoubtedly.
At least, that face was.
But Gaya Kantomi's current posture made it hard for Yi Lin to imagine if this "Gaya Kantomi" was still Gaya Kantomi.
Why say such a thing?
In front of Yi Lin.
Gaya Kantomi's frail body twisted and folded in a bizarre pose. Her limbs bent, wrapping around her body surface with her palms and soles facing upwards. Her pale face tilted upwards, and inside those hollow eyes, there were no eyeballs, only pure blackness.
She was twisted into a shape, her mouth facing upward, forcefully open wide. It seemed her mouth occupied more than fifty percent of her entire face, even the corners of her mouth were split. From her stretched mouth, black blood continuously flowed like a "human fountain" suspended mid-air.
With just one glance, Yi Lin took note of Gaya Kantomi's distorted form.
Instinctively.
Gaya Kantomi's current shape reminded Yi Lin of something.
"A cup."
Yes.
That's right.
