"A little interesting!"
A twisted expression suddenly tore across the Flesh Dominator's face.
"Your research has certainly yielded some results. If this poison truly spread through flesh, most of my followers would probably suffer at your hands. But first, you must understand one fact: you aren't facing those scraps of flesh. You're facing their god!"
"Then let me show you whether your anti-flesh poison can suppress me faster than my flesh can run wild!"
He let out a long, mocking howl.
The entire sky shook violently, and every resident in the city clamped their hands over their ears, screaming in pain.
And in the very next instant.
Countless swelling tentacles came pouring out of his vessel. His body began to expand, vast masses of flesh proliferating like cancer cells and instantly engulfing the green wounds spreading across him.
He abruptly opened his eyes, a cruel smile appearing on his face.
In an instant.
Thousands upon thousands of tentacles wove themselves into nets, roaring toward the swiftly maneuvering White Night from every direction.
It was like a game of cat and mouse. Almost instantly, the speed and strength of those spreading tentacles exceeded the limits of White Night's full power. The terrifying might they radiated far surpassed even the countless tendrils Lynn had transformed into during Calamity.
White Night hurtled backward. The moment the countless tentacles closed around him, the green light on his blade flared, and with a tearing hiss, he split the enormous tentacles lengthwise as they came at him.
But his pupils contracted almost immediately.
The anti-flesh agent allowed him to cut through the tentacles' flesh without any resistance. He could even clearly see the flesh rapidly breaking down along their severed surfaces. But that lasted only an instant before the raging flesh factors surged forward, engulfing the