Under Xia Mi's repeated heavy blows, Kukulkan's body, which he had barely managed to stabilize, began to lose control again.
In the damaged areas, shattered dragon scales were swallowed by surging red flesh. Twisted flesh buds drilled out from deep within the wounds, twitching and growing wildly like countless tangled worms. Hideous, filthy, and ominous.
As the mutation began, the "eyes" formed by the interwoven lines of force across Kukulkan's body also became blurred.
Xia Mi's "Ancient Fist Technique" had failed!
Her eyes widened. She had never seen such a bizarre creature before, and an instinctive sense of revulsion rose within her.
Although Kukulkan, once a being corrupted by the Outer God Amon, had gradually been assimilated by this world and become more like a native creature, his undisguised aura of filth and his warped, fallen form still made people feel physically sick.
"Are you really a dragon?" she muttered, her voice tinged with disgust. "Dragons aren't supposed to look like you—"
She was already starting to not want to punch her opponent anymore. It felt like grabbing maggots with her bare hands.
Kukulkan had no idea what Xia Mi was thinking, and even if he did, he would not have cared. Sensing that his opponent seemed to have become a little sluggish, he twisted his enormous body, opened his fang-filled maw again, and bit down.
Xia Mi beat her wings, churning the water as she launched herself far away at a tricky diagonal angle.
She had made a mistake!
The reason Kukulkan had not used his strongest Spirit Word, "Rhine," was because his unhatched Monarch was here. Using such a high-powered attack would affect the dragon egg.
But by retreating like that, she had removed Kukulkan's concerns. He could now unleash that terrifying power without restraint.
An ancient, majestic