What is wrong with these two?!
Beneath the chuunibyou declaration Fu Qian had prepared for himself, the first to break down was unexpectedly Old Master Ji Xun.
The lump of flesh in front was one thing, but the swelling of the body behind it—far less visually striking—was putting on much greater pressure.
After countless years of honing, his bloodline ability had become as natural to control as eating and drinking. Now, it showed signs of slipping beyond his grasp.
This had never happened before.
As the source of this change, Fu Qian could naturally sense it too.
Although the Tyrant was only at the demigod level, he was still not truly real.
The Tyrant's chaotic core effect had clearly multiplied the pressure on the Gray Descent.
Of course, Fu Qian felt no embarrassment whatsoever. This was exactly what he had intended.
Although this trip involved the struggle between rebirth and the Native Council, and had gone beyond the scope of a simple mission, how could he possibly let such a good opportunity go to waste?
If something really was parasitizing this Gray Descent, then putting it under pressure would naturally make it easier to expose.
"What exactly are you?"
The Gray Descent was already under such pressure, and Agui, who was grappling with the Tyrant at close quarters, was clearly having an even harder time.
At that moment, even the fine claws embedded in the other party's flesh had lost their former sharpness because of some incomprehensible distortion. They could no longer widen the damage.
At the same time, the other party's transformation still hadn't ended.
After forcibly yanking his arm free with tremendous strength, hundreds upon thousands of scaleless serpents burst from it with a roar, rapidly swelling and stretching longer.
The same thing happened around the wounds