The scarlet sea of blood crashed shut.
Before Doomsday's head sank beneath the blood, fine cracks spread across his gray-white bone armor. Then, like heated wax, it melted down his forehead and jaw.
Bone spikes fell into the blood.
His flesh was stripped away as well.
Yang Ming was about to call a halt when a dark mass suddenly swelled deep within Doomsday's chest.
The melted flesh contracted inward, and his skeleton reassembled in the sea of blood. New muscle wound around broken bones, and gray-white armor plates pushed out beneath his skin again.
He recovered faster than before.
Standing in the center of the blood sea, Retsu Unohana raised her hand and swept it outward.
A blood blade slashed across.
The half of Doomsday's body that had just regrown split apart again, scattering bones across the ground.
But the blood sea did not keep him quiet for long. His flesh immediately knitted together again, as though invisible hands were rebuilding him from the fragments.
Dissolution.
Regeneration.
Dissolution again.
Without realizing it, Yang Ming tightened his grip on his scalpel.
How was this treatment?
This was clearly letting a monster revive endlessly on the operating table, while recording every cut in its medical chart.
The blood sea churned as Retsu Unohana undid the braid across her chest. Her black hair fell loose, exposing the old scar below her collarbone.
The last trace of gentleness faded from her eyes.
"So you won't die even from this."
She stepped forward through the blood. With every step, blood blades grew inside Doomsday, slicing through bone armor and splitting muscle, before she watched him heal again.
Retsu Unohana smiled.
It was a faint smile, but her blade grew faster with every stroke.
At the edge of the wasteland, Jessica retreated several meters with Krypto