บท 1105: Adapting

'Not bad at all,' he thought inwardly looking at his smoking arms.

He had punched with such speed that the friction from the air had caused the metal around his fists to become red hot even without using any Qi.

A muffled gurgling sound came from the opposite direction while the synapse pulled itself out of the bog. Hao Xuan who was waiting for it to attack was flabbergasted when he saw its condition.

The entire top half of its thirty-meter head was missing. Black bodily fluids spurted out from the gaping wound in startling volume.

"Did I...kill it?" Hao Xuan questioned his own obscene strength but the reality was far from it.

Right in front of his eyes parts of the creature's body began to melt and rearrange themselves. The neck and shoulder area that held up that oversized head simply turned into goo and disappeared completely.

More and more tentacles made of that black liquid came up from the pool and began to burrow underneath skin turning into jelly.