His physical condition was already far superior to what it was in reality, and the three injections he had just received had significantly enhanced his cardiopulmonary function.
With each heartbeat, a jet of blood spurted from the wound on his thigh, like a faucet.
With just this one strike, the outcome was already decided.
As Antiya Lisi pierced [ Howling Pothos ]'s thigh, he left behind a large amount of toxin that could turn him into a half-tree being. In just a few breaths, he would become one of his own half-tree being army.
Will such rapid conversion significantly shorten its lifespan?
Who cares?
"Alright, you've already lost. Join my army of half-tree people and kill your former..."
Antiya Lisi's right eyebrow suddenly twitched upwards.
The left half of his Tree Transformation face had lost the ability to change expressions; only the right half, resembling a human face, could express his current surprise.
" Dragon Transformation? You used Dragon Transformation to resist my power?"
[ Howling Pothos ]'s face, covered in dragon scales, remained calm, but this body had now become an arena for two opposing forces.
With the advantage of having three injections first, Dragon Transformation now holds an indisputable upper hand.
However, the power of Dragon Transformation originates from the potion, which in turn originates from the half-dragons of the Dragonborn Village, while Antiya Lisi's Tree Transformation poison comes from himself; the two powers are inherently different in level.
If the Dragon Transformation potion came from Seraphina, then Antiya Lisi's power would be utterly ineffective, but the power of a pure- Red Dragon scale is simply beyond what players can withstand at this stage.
The Tree Transformation trend had Spread to his entire leg, Antiya Lisi's expression darkened; he changed his mind.
Given the sheer number of cunning schemes this rebel had up his sleeve, killing him seemed more reassuring than turning him into a half-tree.
Unlike vampires who like to collect intelligent Blood Corpse as their subordinates, Antiya Lisi is very confident in his abilities and does not need anyone's assistance.
He stomped his foot on the ground, and dozens of wooden splinters as thick as a wrist immediately emerged from the cracks in the stone bricks, each one pointing straight at the heart of the [ Howling Pothos ].
But this "half-dragon, half-tree man" remained completely calm. He dodged the attack using his enhanced body, a smile appearing on his face. He activated the translation function and spoke to Antiya Lisi:
"Archbishop, I can't beat you, but my mission is complete. Now it's time for someone else to play with you."
As he spoke, a small cloth bag appeared in his hand. He casually pulled out a Blood Corpse crystal from it and threw it into his mouth, swallowing it with all his might, letting the sharp edge tear his esophagus to pieces.
" Blood Corpse!"
Antiya Lisi gave a low shout:
"You damned rebels, you really were in cahoots with the Blood Corpse!"
If it happened once, it could be considered a coincidence. However, the fact that someone used this method twice in a row to forcibly enhance their strength in order to fight against the Tree Transformation already indicates something.
Why do these rebels choose to become Blood Corpse Transformation?
Have they already formed a partnership with the Blood Corpse?
Antiya Lisi was greatly shocked when he realized this. Although his oppression of the lower classes in Fir City was no less than that of the Blood Corpse, he felt a sense of responsibility at this moment.
There was no point in saying more, given that the rebels were cooperating with the Blood Corpse. Antiya Lisi waved his priestly robe and launched an attack on the "half-dragon, half-tree Half-Blood Corpse " in front of him.
A new power surged within [ Howling Pothos ]'s body. He watched his fingertips turn from red to black, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
What is this? The power of the Three Phases or the convergence of the Three Flowers at the Top?
[ Howling Pothos ] wasn't very interested in naming things, but he knew that his body was definitely not worth recycling.
Before he dies, could he do his best to delay Antiya Lisi as long as possible, hoping to force the latter to use some of his trump cards?
That depends on whether that lucky duke will grant us his request.
[ Howling Pothos ] naturally didn't know which lineage of Blood Corpse's fingernail he had eaten, so he immediately began praying in his mind:
" Progenitor of Blood Corpse, Great Blood Duke, your child begs for your gaze, even just a fleeting glance..."
He deliberately obscured whether he was the Duke of Antos or the Duke of Adelaide in order to maximize his chances of success.
These sets of prayers all came from Bennett's confession. This electric engine chief actually knew a lot, but he was a rather introverted person and didn't like to talk unless he was shocked a couple of times.
After running and dodging for a few breaths, a voice actually echoed in [ Howling Pothos's] mind:
"My offspring, my children, I have heard your call. Are you also in Fir City?"
Also in Fir City?
This person should be Adelaide.
[ Howling Pothos ] was overjoyed, after all, he had already seen the Adelaide boosting videos, and that player's skills were definitely much better than his own.
He quickly responded:
"Yes, Your Excellency Duke Adelaide, I am currently facing Antiya Lisi in Fir City. His power is simply too great, but I would rather die than lose, and I cannot dishonor your grace."
[ Howling Pothos ] unexpectedly discovered that she had quite a talent for performing, and kept sending Adelaide a series of flattering lines.
The Grand Duke, who was online 24/7, quickly responded:
"Very good, my child, your loyalty is gratifying, but I still need some time before I can break the seal, and helping that offspring has already consumed most of my available power."
Wait, what does this mean?
The smile on [ Howling Pothos's ] face vanished.
You, a dignified Blood Corpse Grand Duke, is this all the power you can muster?
Besides, several days have passed since [ Clear Soup Master ] asked you for power; even a period of mental clarity should have passed by now, right?
How can you remain indifferent?
[ Howling Pothos ] was now at a loss for how to respond, as Adelaide's messages continued to arrive:
"I already know your loyalty. Since you are willing to die for me, then die at the hands of Antiya Lisi. The more layers of Blood Curse he has, the faster I can locate him after I am resurrected. At that time, whether it's you, [ Clear Soup Master ], or Oliver, I will avenge you all."
Upon hearing this, [ Howling Pothos ] was completely speechless.
Adelaide's meaning is clear: I'm currently weak; I lack power, but I can still offer you a promise if you want something in return.
You can just die at Antiya Lisi's hands, and I will avenge you.
As for resurrection... the Blood Corpse doesn't seem to have the Authority in that regard.
But it doesn't matter, after all, you were so loyal, you'll surely die a worthy death.
Having figured out the deeper meaning behind the words, [ Howling Pothos ] was so angry that his teeth itched.
Damn it, what kind of situation is this?