Extraordinary Voyage

But at this moment.

The "Butcher" Marlori, who had just been heavily struck by Aiven, seemed completely unscathed.

Transforming into an agile "big fish," it swiftly traversed underwater and then suddenly emerged from behind Aiven.

Crunch—!

A massive mouth bit ferociously into the spot where Aiven was standing, sending sparks flying, but only managing to bite a lingering shadow.

Indeed, it wasn't using a knife, but its mouth!

After enduring the successive baptism of "Scorching Bullet" and "Grape Bomb," and then violently pummeled away by Aiven,

even his original companion, Jobri, noticed something was off with this guy. By now, Marlori's reason was clearly nearly depleted.

Obviously.

If he were a normal person with clear thinking, knowing he couldn't win, who would insist on getting close to the opponent?

What's more, this fellow crawling on the water and howling doesn't even seem human anymore.

Shrouded in a thick scent of blood, Marlori's eyes bulged slightly, pupils contracted, his mouth elongated and sharpened like a carnivorous fish, with teeth mutated into conical shapes with yellowish hue.

Saliva constantly dribbled from the corners of his mouth, while his skin hardened into scales, either comb-like or round.

Even parts of his body, especially the side that had been riddled with bullets, had large areas growing unknown fish fins.

Viewed individually, the semi-transparent scales glowed with colorful beautiful fluorescence, but when they grew densely together on a human body, it was enough to make someone faint.

Even taking a photo would require a mosaic.

By the looks of it, he's about eighty percent on the verge of losing control.

What kind of person is most prone to losing control?

Those who are unrestrained, without care, without regard for law, without morality, without limit—if everything centers on oneself, naturally, there's nothing in the world that can restrain them, no anchor at all.

The higher one's Extraordinary level, the easier it is to lose control!

After all, even demigods, who stand at the pinnacle of the Material World, need to establish churches and spread belief. Who dares to claim they're alone, enjoying carefree solitude?

Marlori's indulgent nature, not relying on companions, with no goals but a jug of wine, may seem like living freely and retaliating against grievances, but in truth, he is among the most dangerous types (extreme and obsessive mood swings are the same).

And now, his appearance is slowly approaching the source of his Extraordinary Traits—"Tiger Fish"!

The aggressive and combative nature of a "Tiger Fish" far surpasses that of sharks, known as "wolves of the sea," and it is one of the most varied carnivorous fish in water.

On the Black Sea East Coast alone, over 1480 close species have been discovered and documented by Scholars, with their distribution ranging from deep seas to shoals and even freshwater; the number undiscovered in the vast ocean is countless.

The large base also led to the prosperity of the demonized creature group among them, with decent quality and high yield, making the Extraordinary Traits produced by this fish a favorite among Pirates.

Can be called good and cheap!

Seeing Marlori now, Aiven also realized this guy was beyond saving. His loss of control was even more severe than Wack Wells back then, already showing widespread features of alien creatures.

It might be due to long-term abnormal Spirit status, as well as a decline in physical status after successive injuries.

Calling him a person-like monster would rather call him a monster-like human fish.

Tap... tap... tap...

Following his wild instincts, swinging his legs like a fish tail, he quickly sprang forward on the water, continuing to chase Aiven, even discarding the original curved knife in his hand.

However.

No matter how many transformations he undergoes, uncontrolled power will only lead to a quicker destruction.

In the instant the two passed each other, Aiven already grabbed a fin-covered leg, hurling it towards Moplati, who lay like a feather on the ocean's surface.

It's easy to kill them with one sword stroke now, but that would be too easy for them and unfair to the souls they brutally murdered.

Now, with one having lost reason and the other starving, one can quite imagine the effect of letting these two collide.

As expected.

By now, the two had long abandoned any supposed shared enemy and immediately started fighting upon collision.

Moplati wanted to use someone else to replace himself, to offer flesh and blood to the Voodoo Doll, while Marlori had lost the ability to distinguish between friend and foe, seeing any living being as his enemy.

Boom!

It seemed like two whales stirring the currents, the powerful forces at the brink of life and death easily stirring up massive waves.

Rip!

Marlori snapped, tearing half of Moplati's face off due to the Voodoo Doll's rampage impairing his abilities.

Then, Moplati, barely able to use his abilities, voided his hand, plunged it through Marlori's steel-like muscles, and pulled out an organ—perhaps a kidney or liver—to feast on it.

The fresh flesh gradually suppressed the Voodoo Doll's riot, and the Evil Spirit's power became more subdued.

Evenly matched.

Marlori could get a solid bite every three attempts, while Moplati could extract something from Marlori's abdomen each time. The two entangled, seemingly racing to see who could eat faster.

At this point, neither wished to let go of the other.