THE HAND THAT CAN MELT A SWORD
Wu Jingguo had left the battle arena, and now Yu Ming was standing side by side with Xue Mingyu. There was nothing that could hold him back at this moment, and that was why Yu Ming immediately changed into his full fighting mode. Fish scales slowly but surely began to cover every inch of his skin. It grew from his feet to his neck, from his fingers to his upper arms, and from his jaw to his forehead. Only his eyes, nostrils, and lips were visible, and even his skin hidden beneath his clothes was covered in golden fish scales.
Standing beside him, Xue Mingyu watched the transformation, but instead of following what the older demon had just done, he only smiled before saying, "You look cool in that appearance, and those fish scales can definitely serve as your shield, right, Master Yu? Unfortunately, I don't have that ability because I'm not a pure-blooded fish demon like you."
"You can't do it?" Frowning in surprise, Yu Ming questioned the Demon King.