Is Level Nine the highest level...? But he suddenly beca aware of the existence of evil mutations of a similar grade, which could possibly be at the twenty-second level, or even higher among the human species,
Chu Qing is also a Level Nine mutation... However, even though his body is densely covered with the initial marks of fortune, it is a situation that’s even more bizarre and unfathomable than Chu Qing ever thought possible.
But why is Dedan only at Level Nine as well? White Mist confidently estimated his own mutation level,
Level Nine... White Mist was unsure about the effect of three extrely powerful perfect terms, whether Dedan could possibly be a Level Nine mutation.
Shadow Light Flow, Extre Form Resolution·True, Xingxing Cut: perfect terms that Dedan possessed.
Which made White Mist realize a situation he could not understand.
At any mont, he might unleash a certain form of explosive power, betraying the slight curve of his knee.
Fifth Level didn’t say a word, his body shrank, and he grasped the original sin weapon, ready to confront Chu Qing once again.
He would directly devour the Ghostlike Stone, his black-colored fla body grew rapidly like a Buddha’s shadow. Before that, he had never failed to devour his prey; he always ate what was in front of him first.
An imitation of a giant black fla figure ford. The whole body of fla turned into a single mass of black color, a sovereign who had lived for seven hundred years.
"Hahahaha! I want to devour you, all of you petty insects, to sustain my life; although I’ve lost a lot already, but I have beco stronger than ever before,"
Chu Qing’s manic laughter broke out.
Fifth Level tried to reach with his shortened hand that held a dimly red sword, as if he was still getting accustod to his body. His knife flow changed into two blades from the original one, creating an extended, sharp-edged sword from Fifth Level’s blade.
A dark red blade, over a ter long, extended from his hand back, fully transforming Fifth Level’s arms into crystalline form, except for his upper torso.
The imitation, now dyed a deep red color, is called "Primordial Machine." The Spirit of Dedan, which was like a deep red "ch Armor," was recognized by White Mist as such.
His whole body appeared unusually delicate, making the whole person seem even taller due to the higher elevation.
Sharp, protruding angles grew from his elbows and knees, all wrapped in a blaze—a crystal structure of deep red flas.
The whole upper body began crystallizing from the bottom up, and although Fifth Level had changed in size, he had not yet lost the outer silhouette of a human form.
There was a sudden dilution of an atmosphere that should have been filled with a sense of despair.
"How am I suddenly feeling a sense of youthful vigor...? Have I grown taller? This shouldn’t be so superficial; this must be the stubborn belief of Fifth Level,"
But Fifth Level had indeed grown taller; however, he didn’t feel good about this body shape at all.
White Mist was suddenly unsure of what to do next, looking at the true form of Fifth Level’s evil mutation.
But he believed in Fifth Level’s stubborn beliefs... even though Fifth Level’s evil mutation might sohow be connected with it,
White Mist, being an exception, did not know what would beco of his own evil mutation; would he beco an imitation of a white-boned demon from Yellow Spring Island,
White Mist’s mutation also manifested a form of response enabled by their stubborn beliefs.
Whether Dedan, who resembles Liu Qing or Alex Healy, their inner desires or aspirations might be sohow connected with these effects.
Each mutation will have different effects; not all humans mutate in the sa way, and evil mutation is a kind of completely unknown strength.
Fifth Level also underwent so kind of mutation. Chu Qing’s upper torso started to be slowly covered by a mass of black colored qi,
While Fifth Level was entangled by a dark red electric light, Chu Qing’s upper body emitted a black fla.
So who exactly is pvm? It needs to tell soone with its eyes, not to use its real strength.
It changed the three hundred on its wristwatch dial to four hundred in an instant, and then, as if it was playing a crazy ga with itself again, this wristwatch imitation felt the presence of a new kind of potential,
White Mist disconnected the Spiritual Possession wristwatch and gave it to Fifth Level, who was in the process of completing his evil mutation.
"But at least this ti, it will suffice. After using the Spiritual Possession wristwatch... there won’t be a way to reverse the process and beco human again. However, if this is the intention behind Fifth Level’s sacrifice after his mutation, I still have two uses left out of the four total recorded on the saving device,"
He began to ponder the overall situation with a more ticulous and colder mindset, which strengthened Fifth Level’s courageous spirit.
"If you guys can think of a way, I’ll bring him down to you. Give the wristwatch,"
Fifth Level also made the decision to let go of his life, as he faced the evil form of Chu Qing.
He had already entered an unknown territory of strength far too early; if he mutated again on top of this foundation,
Fifth Level had already surpassed Level Nine mutations; Chu Qing’s body had long been advancing towards evil mutation, relentlessly devouring in the feeding realm for hundreds of years.
Directly accessing to the evil transformation, the battle situation took another turn.
But even so, he still depended on each card in his hand, relying on them one by one, and ultimately, he was still able to suppress Chu Xuzhang.
White Fog had never expected that a ruler of life power, capable of stepping beyond the ninth level limit and recognizing companions at the first level of twenty-two levels, would actually be there.
How could Chu Xuzhang be so shaken by the opponent’s arrival? This sword was a weapon that could be called a certain type of patterned weapon, a treasure that was still stronger than the blacksmith’s hand.
Imitating Buddha’s certain spiritual power, he erased his own life force.
One punch that he unleashed was actually directly chopped off by that light fluttering slash, imdiately severing his arm, but he wildly swung in an enraged state, though it brought him no idea of the oppressive feeling; Chu Xuzhang felt only a kind of sharp aggressive pressure, and took up the knife first.
Directly bringing out the weapon.
Indeed, the whole battlefield was supposedly under Chu Xuzhang’s control, and that was also a fact, but ultimately, the two of them had no way to bridge the difference in gap.
Wuji could only forcibly restrain Chu Xuzhang, to the point of extre equilibrium and exceeding burden, but indeed Wuji also depended on extrely biased additional points.
Wuji was able to muster enough strength to eliminate himself, that one slash killing the steward’s lackey.
It was just that they had never imagined that there could be such an opponent in this world, as both Chu Xuzhang and White Fog never underestimated each other.
Welcoming the final level of battle.
The difference was not just a matter of resources.
Even Chu Xuzhang would find it difficult to fight back imdiately upon evil transformation, being one of the two strongest people, along with Wuji and White Fog.
With the color field already turning into a black region, following the evil transformation of Chu Xuzhang. But they had already surpassed humanity early on, their life powers recognized.
He stood out to save White Fog once again, urgently propelling forward in the Shadow Light Flow.
With a sound of ice breaking, Wuji’s deep red light was released from his body, seeing the deep danger in White Fog.
"I will make you pay for the tornt I endured at your feet, you maggot!"
The White Fog’s facial appearance started to deteriorate visibly, breaking apart.
With every fist dropped, the white bones began to show cracks, bearing one brand after another of the black fla heavy punches scorching the soul.
The Withering Annihilation: Perfect Beautiful Abnormal Clause.
It was as if the copy of Buddha was encountering the initial annihilation of a parasitic insect, being transford into absolute nothingness upon re touch with Chu Xuzhang’s unyielding devil’s horn.
But these shapes that could withstand the penetrating power of the malicious horn were directly crushed by Chu Xuzhang!
At the behest of White Fog’s subconscious, the malicious horn went to resist, erging in front of White Fog’s body.
Chu Xuzhang’s power and speed far surpassed White Fog, and he was on the sa level as a ninth-level abnormal changeling, unable to count the nurous non-clear terms of the clause.
One of them was White Fog.
In contrast, it brought Chu Xuzhang extre pleasure, feeling no difference from attacking this kind of enemy.
The frightening sound wave echoed throughout the entire fortress, seeping even into the fourth layer of chestnut trees, even into the bottom layer with Yin Frost and small rchants, let alone the countless warm-blood springs in it, the shock shattering the consciousness of the two individuals, dispersing the seven orifices of Blood Flow.
They almost imdiately realized they were too weak in this different level of battle; they should be heading to the battlefield edge with no resistance to King’s Might and Lin’s Softness.
But even though the ice was quickly covering Wuji again, the sound wave managed to smash Wuji’s ice statue to pieces.
The Earthquake Shout: Perfect Beautiful Abnormal Clause.
Both Wuji and White Fog felt as if their brains were about to explode, similar to a tiger’s roar being unleashed by him, Chu Xuzhang’s attack was not yet completed.
The Extre Cold Curse Mark: Perfect Beautiful Abnormal Clause.
Faced with a brief few seconds of cold ice, it would cover all over Wuji, who could hardly move, being trapped and frozen in place.
The deep red crystal body began to freeze into ice, and Wuji, hitting the edge wall, was blown away by an airflow as powerful as a sea wave.
Stream Pressure: Perfect Beautiful High-Level Clause, as Chu Xuzhang shouted loudly.
The original surging Energetic Quantum Wave beca even more turbulent....
Slowly, the pieces of Wuji’s severed body began to rge into Chu Xuzhang’s upper body....
The situation on the field no longer seed irreversible.
This weapon could only be wielded fifty-two tis in total.
The original cursed weapon in Nine-Fingers’ hand had already been transford into scrap tal... At the very least, the number of tis it could split and reproduce was limited, but the effect of its transformative enhancent was far from being without limits.
Without limits for transformative enhancent, that was what the prophecy had said, describing this particular transformative state.
[Perfect Flawed Transformative Enhancent Clause]
Chu Qing finally understood the annoying clause hidden within the densely packed text; until now, the white fog had obscured it.
Every single fire seed to be brewing a new dawn, completely unlike the spots of black flas that had been quite effective.
It was as if the new dawns had an infinite number of lives...
Every strike from the Lilliputian brother clearly took a life from Ghostlike Stone... His body was being sliced into ever more pieces.
A bad premonition suddenly arose with the white fog, and cracks started to appear more and more frequently.
These strong slashes would only dissipate after nurous seconds had passed; such was their overwhelming power.
The continuous slashing from Blood Flow covered the entire painting paper with chaotic lines of blood-red, making it look like the scene of a battlefield.
Energy surges filled the air, causing a violent upheaval.
Blood Flow’s consecutive strikes were perfectly matched to lock onto Ghostlike Stone, in a desperate attempt to dissipate his energy.
This very slash would directly bisect Ghostlike Stone’s body, enveloped in black flas, into two!
It was as if a slash in the fabric of space itself, which never dissipated from beginning to end, but Nine-Fingers’ shadow had already reached Ghostlike Stone from behind!
It seed as if the space itself was being sliced open by this sword.
A crimson line was slashed out, with Nine-Fingers holding the cursed sword, lunging forward swiftly.
Crimson cut, Shadow Light Flow.
The only answer to a pressing question was a fight.
Could his team survive a battle with Ghostlike Stone under such circumstances?
"The balance will be lost with extre asures after Dedan’s evil transformation; a normal person can’t handle it. But that’s not Dedan. We could say that he has definitely powered up significantly, his own evil transformation really did enhance his capabilities to an extre extent," said Yellow Spring Island.
Contemplating over the incident of Ghostlike Stone’s evil transformation, he was about to bring out the wrist device at a mont’s notice.
Every breath he took was charged with energy, the black flas cloaking Ghostlike Stone’s body seed to overwhelm the extraordinary level nine bodies, despite their apparent similarity.
Ghostlike Stone, a level nine extraordinary body, stood on the fifth level, atop the battlefield, like the three peaks of evil transformation.
Ghostlike Stone shook his head, deciding to turn his thoughts back to the battlefield.
He had an instinctual feeling that this had sothing to do with the outside world or the origin of the tower and evil transformation, but it was purely groundless.
Ghostlike Stone felt as though he inadvertently understood so secret, but this thing that suddenly appeared related to the battle seed entirely disconnected. "Nine-Fingers, you really shouldn’t hold this sword; if you don’t have a shield," he said.
Nine-Fingers could no longer hold back his tears and finally let them flow down his crimson eyes, as the familiar voice gradually beca clearer, following the sound that was hard to distinguish amidst the noisy air.
This breath of air was so familiar to him that it even made his eyes turn red.
Nine-Fingers sensed a breath of air so familiar that he couldn’t ignore it... but he couldn’t figure out what exactly Chu Qing was doing so urgently.
While Ghostlike Stone continued to advance and interact with the artifacts, he wouldn’t have cared about Ghostlike Stone’s angry roars.
"You’re the enforcer! You’re the one who went to Yellow Spring Island! It’s really you on that side!" Ghostlike Stone exclaid in surprise and anger, his eyes widening as he felt an uninterrupted flow of sound and an intense sense of unease coming from all around. But inside, Ghostlike Stone felt an oppressive sensation of intense hostility arising.
Pressing down on a whimsical piece of the white evil bone, he saw nothing but a single carcass, broken and ground to dust, in that direction.
Only now did Ghostlike Stone start looking towards another direction, beneath the feet of his insignificant self—it was at this mont he made the discovery.
The space began to twist and warp strangely. Surprisingly, many noisy sounds started coming through, even though the battlefield was clearly a confrontation of rely three people.
Suddenly, at the mont when Nine-Fingers’ life hung by a thread, Ghostlike Stone was preparing for an even fiercer power.
"I’ll kill you now if I see you, I’m tired of grinding you down, you are indeed the hardest skull among them, and I must concede that. Even though I’ve seen no shortage of insects like you over the past seven hundred years," he said.
How could he tolerate this? If he could sohow survive this beating, he’d make sure to co back and kill this insignificant insect-like creature.
Chu Qing suddenly felt a trace of irritation.
He was indifferent to the rest, seemingly having entered into a mysterious state, a white mist where the dead lurked, as if waiting for sothing.
His innards had already been trampled to pieces under heavy footsteps, shattering like glass crystals, feeling as if the breath of death enveloped him from the Fifth Level.
Chu Qing’s body was slamd to the ground, his arm torn off in addition to being trampled by Wang’s trendous force.
Seeing Chu Qing in such a state only intensified his desire to tornt him to death.
Though already in tatters, his body seed to flare up with renewed fighting spirit, his eyes regaining so of their original ferocity.
He knew he had to get to the white mist in ti, but the Fifth Level had no idea what to do with it.
The Fifth Level hadn’t discussed the specifics with the white mist.
In that mont, many images appeared before the white mist’s eyes, and he finally sensed a bizarre force emanating from within the relic.
Only when pushed to absolute limits would the grey-robed tomb guardian representing salvation turn to the relic, having no other choice.
But despite his efforts to touch and press on this relic, which was already old and dilapidated, there was no response—the one from which his hand had always been gently resting.
Chu Qing, despite his weakness and suffering, never ceased his crawling, resolute.
The only sounds were Chu Qing’s ripping flesh and blood, not Wang’s wicked laughter, which was like the crisp crack of shattering glass.
"Hahaha! Tearing apart my prey is what I enjoy the most," Wang bellowed.
Not giving the white mist another thought, Wang conjured two giant black fla hands and harshly intercepted Chu Qing’s charge.
"So you think you stand a chance against , the divine chasm between us as wide as that between an ant and the gods? You wouldn’t dare try to fight to the death."
As the Fifth Level’s entire body trembled, he burst forth with a fierce assault directed at Chu Qing.
He reached for his sword once more, propping up his shattered, barely functional body with great difficulty, starting to put faith in the resilience of the white mist.
He was certain the white mist would change sothing.
Although he was aware that he would never run away, and even though he had accepted his fate, his fight was not over yet.
He may have spoken of taking others back with him, but Chu Qing simply wanted to escape—he saw the white mist stubbornly crawling, unsure of what he could still do in such a desperate situation.
White bone shards flaked off the white mist’s body with every step Wang took, never ceasing to trample him.
Watching the white mist crawl away, attempting to flee, filled him with a perverse joy; a wolf bearing down on a hand crawling on the ground, unable to bear the sight any longer.
The contrast between them was stark and vivid.
With one heavy kick, he shattered Chu Qing’s leg bones, taking cruel pleasure in the sound as he declared his indifference to any offensive from the white mist.
Chu Qing looked almost cowardly as he tried to escape, enduring both the searing heat and the agonizing pain, his white bones blackened and burnt by the black flas, his cries of pain filling the ears of the white mist as he struggled fiercely with the bone-piercing madness.
His upper body, already covered in deep red crystals, laid bare with chilling white bones protruding, could no longer bear the relentless beating.
Even the resilient Chu Qing could not withstand such imnse and crushing pain, each blow breaking him further.
Reddish-black crystals spread over Chu Qing’s body, and each subsequent hit made him want to scream from the unbearable pain.
With violent strikes, he began to hamr the ground, gripping Ninth Level’s giant black fla hand.
Wang bead with satisfaction.
"Starting to feel the difference, are you?"
His precision grip stopped Ninth Level right in his tracks, his hands now spreading like a net, during the swift and deadly assault of Ninth Level.
This strength could only be unleashed when one is in such a state of depravity.
Because Wang had amassed too much twisted strength, having exceeded seven hundred years of life due to his indulgence in forbidden flesh and countless human sacrifices.
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