Whistler's C virus was practically a god-making machine.
Kirk had a maximum of 150 points of stamina, yet Whistler's attacks left him as fragile as a cucumber.
As expected of a hidden boss—he was truly extraordinary.
Kirk endured the pain and kept fighting, refusing to flee. His domain was the only weapon capable of countering Whistler. If he fell, the other three would be scattered in an instant.
His trump card was his [Alien Queen] bloodline.
By now, Kirk had taken three [Death's Favor] pills, and his Health Points had already surged to around 3,300. No matter how high Whistler's Attack Power was, Kirk could hold out in his [Ultimate Dominance] state.
The other three knew Kirk was under immense pressure, so they unleashed their strongest attacks, aiming straight for Whistler's Vital Parts.
Two minutes later, both Whistler and Kirk were gravely wounded. Whistler fell to his knees, panting.
Kirk, meanwhile, was on the brink of death, but immediately used a spray, restoring his Health Points to full.
The tide of battle had turned against Whistler. Kirk's team was gradually gaining the upper hand.
But then Whistler's golden pupils shifted!
Kirk's gaze was drawn to those golden pupils, and he felt as though he had fallen into a strange, fantastical world.
He could no longer fight. His mind was filled with nothing but the world Whistler had conjured for him.
It was a bizarre world, with auroras filling the sky, yet the ground was lush with ferns and roamed by giant beasts. Strange monsters and birds of prey soared overhead, making it seem like a prehistoric age.
As if his soul had been stolen away, Kirk stared blankly at Whistler.
Whistler's vicious punch slammed into Kirk's abdomen!
Kirk nearly threw up his stomach. He fell to his knees.
Furious, he