Chapter 1232

The mystical energy from the valuable herbs had seeped into Wyatt's flesh and blood, manifesting as tiny, divine figures sitting cross-legged within him, radiating an immortal aura. This was the terrifying power of a divine body—a body so robust that even the flames of a Sunbird couldn't keep him down for long. His injuries healed rapidly, leaving the Azurescale Monster King visibly shaken. His golden eyes darted between Wyatt's regenerated form and the battlefield. This was not the fight he had expected. A divine body was practically mythical, on par with the younglings of the most powerful beasts from the primordial ages. How was he supposed to win? Deep inside, he wanted to flee. He could shift back into his eagle form and disappear into the skies, leaving Wyatt behind. Yet, his pride wouldn't let him. Moments ago, he had declared in front of everyone that he would kill Wyatt or fall from the skies in disgrace. To run now would mean utter humiliation. "Kill!" The Monster K