This world has never had perfect heroes.
After Duncan tore off the pegasus wings from Baal's body, this legendary hero began to change. The magnificent sea dragon leather armor on him gradually became mottled and faded, and streaks of rust-colored crimson began to seep through. The treasured sword in his hand seemed to have sprouted flesh, and the snakehead on the shield absorbed blood and turned into a living creature, hissing and ready to bite Duncan's neck.
Bang!
Duncan directly grabbed the ferocious crimson snakehead, twisting it into a knot, then smashed it into pieces with a punch.
The skin on Baal's body began to fall off in patches.
At first, he was the image of a young and handsome Legendary Hero, but now, his human-like skin peeled away like paint, revealing the dark red, sculpture-like flesh underneath. His youthful face quickly aged, no longer resembling a man in his twenties, but rather an old man in his fifties or sixties.
