"Roar——"
A roar emanated from the flesh and blood mire.
Splash!
A column of blood-red mud shot up into the sky, and a foul-smelling figure leaped out, landing nearby.
A myriad of blood droplets fell from the sky.
Su Jie blocked them with his mind while Zhang Manman shielded herself with her fists. Only Robert, the elderly man, was drenched in the foul-smelling flesh, retching.
"Su Jie, you go."
Zhang Manman was too scared to approach.
At this moment, Aike's suit had been corroded, revealing his blue-green skin covered with tiny scales, also smeared with viscous plasma and the foul stench.
No one could stand it.
Su Jie shook his head, stepped forward, and said to the dragon-transformed Aike, "If you still have any reason left, don't let your body's primal instincts… control you."
