Watching Rayquaza relentlessly wipe out his viruses, the Virus King could only stare blankly at the sky.
Arthur had already restricted his movements, leaving him no chance to pull any tricks.
It seemed he could only wait for death. Yet the Virus King neither lost his composure nor screamed. Instead, he looked as though he were preparing to attend a grand banquet, calm and collected, with a peculiar air of elegance.
Why was he so calm? Did he still have a backup plan?
He did not. The Virus King could not even take Arthur on alone, and now Rayquaza was watching menacingly from the horizon.
His final scheme had failed. The few petty tricks he had left were utterly useless against beings like these.
So there was nothing more to say or do. He might as well lie down and give up!
After all, now that his plan had failed, his consciousness would not last much longer.
Though he would not die, losing consciousness was a cruel fate for him, scarcely different from death in any meaningful sense.
On the surface, the Virus King had stopped resisting, but Arthur did not let his guard down. A keen gleam flickered in his eyes.
He did not seem eager to kill the Virus King. Instead, he kept dispersing the Virus King's limbs, then returning the viruses to his body.
The series of actions that followed looked particularly strange.
By then, Rayquaza had flown toward Groudon and Kyogre, apparently intending to break up their fight.
With Rayquaza gone, Tony, Strange, and the surviving Foundation squad naturally emerged.
They noticed that every time the Virus King reassembled, Arthur's next attack would strike him, scattering him once again before he reformed!
Despite that barrage of attacks, the Virus King was not killed!
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