468: 269 Greedy Wolf 468: 269 Greedy Wolf “Ah, this!”
Looking askance at his shoulder, the dark figure trembled involuntarily, as if in shock.
The next mont, the color of the wound changed rapidly from silvery-white to grayish-red.
Such a change in hue resembled a peeled apple, exposed to the air.
“Is this, rust?!”
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing grew more certain of his judgnt and scolded, “What in the world are you?”
The dark figure placed a hand over the wound and, instead of answering, retorted, “So you’ve already been infected, no wonder you have the power to kill Luo Keji and the others.”
“Infected?”
Fang Zhixing’s mind raced as he frowned and said, “Do you know what’s going on with these flesh lumps on ?”
“Hahahaha~”
The dark figure laughed coldly, pleased with himself, “It seems I no longer need to kill you, you’ll be dead soon anyway.”
Upon hearing this, the corners of Fang Zhixing’s mouth split into a chilling smile as he snorted, “Humph, such arrogant words!”
Before the sound of his voice faded, his figure swelled dramatically.
In an instant, he grew over eleven ters tall!
Surpassing ten ters in height!
Ten blood-colored tentacles burst forth, stretching to a length of about thirteen or fourteen ters.
In that mont, he was undoubtedly more towering and formidable, exuding an air of domineering arrogance, invincible and unrivaled.
The only drawback was the flesh lumps that covered his body.
His face, neck, and both his chest and back were piled with bun-sized flesh lumps, clustered together like grapes, unsettling to behold.
Even the blood-colored tentacles were covered with these lumps, swollen and distended.
The scene was incredibly horrific, inducing discomfort in anyone who saw it.
Fang Zhixing advanced rapidly, arriving in the blink of an eye.
He swung his ten blood-colored tentacles wildly, striking furiously.
“Ten Directions Explosion Kill!”
The dark figure raised his head, a vast shadow enveloping him, his cloak fluttering with noise.
The world seed to be struck by a fierce storm.
Horrendous explosion force erupted, shaking a vast expanse of space, sweeping across heaven and earth.
The dark figure moved back again and again, dodging and weaving rapidly, waving his silver spear in defense, counterattacking.
However, he quickly realized that the explosive power was an area attack.
As long as he was close to those ten blood-colored tentacles, he would undoubtedly be hard.
Crackle~
His clothing bore the brunt of it, torn to shreds.
His body was exposed to the sunlight.
Shining with a silver light!
His entire body glead with the luster of cold tal.
It was as if his whole form was cast from so kind of silver tal.
Yet, this chanical body lacked the cold hardness of tal, with curves and contours identical to those of a human.
It was a male physique, with clear muscle definition.
All features were intact, vividly lifelike.
Even the eyes were distinct in black and white, moving about, conveying human emotions.
At first glance, it was just like a perfect replica of a human, one to one.
Of course, the differences from real humans were also starkly evident.
No skin, no hair, no need to breathe, and no reproductive organs.
Fang Zhixing’s gaze sharpened, and he couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow, clicking his tongue, “So it’s indeed a ch…”
The dark figure’s mouth opened slightly, his facial muscles moving naturally, betraying an expression of terror.
Dong~
Suddenly, a flash of cold light!
The dark figure shook violently, collapsing face-up on the ground.
The Jinghong Spear had pierced through his abdon, nailing him firmly to the ground.
Five blood-colored tentacles shot out swiftly, grabbing the dark figure’s limbs and neck.
“Let go of !”
The dark figure struggled frantically, unleashing a colossal strength of over a million pounds.
But it was futile!
Because Fang Zhixing was even stronger.
In an instant, the dark figure was firmly subdued.
Fang Zhixing lowered his head to closely observe the dark figure’s abdon, pierced through by the Jinghong Spear, yet not a drop of blood flowed out.
“No blood, no fuel, a pure tal construction?”
In Fang Zhixing’s recollection, when Transforrs were damaged, their wounds would leak an oily liquid, sparks would fly, and their internal circuitry would be exposed, among other things.
However, this humanoid ch lacked all these features.
After a mont of contemplation, Fang Zhixing opened his mouth and spat out a glob of black water.
“Dead Sea Plague Tide!”
The black water poured out, wrapping around the humanoid ch, seeping into its body through the Jinghong Spear.
Monts later, the dark figure was still struggling wildly, with no reduction in strength.
“The Six Void Mysterious Skill completely ineffective.”
Fang Zhixing understood and quickly retracted the black water, then he spat out a thick cloud of toxic fog.
“Poison Fog!”
The potent fog quickly invaded every corner of the humanoid ch’s body.
But the poison was entirely in vain, causing no harm.
Fang Zhixing nodded to himself and crouched down, extending his massive right hand.
His forefinger touched the chest of the humanoid ch.
Instantly, the fingernail of that finger transford, condensing into a layer of hard jade, gradually assuming the shape of a Vajra drill.
Fang Zhixing applied fierce pressure, his fingernail scraping back and forth across the humanoid ch’s chest.
Sssss~
A layer of tal was forcibly gouged out by his nail.
“Ah!” the dark figure suddenly scread.
Fang Zhixing clicked his tongue, “Well, well, you can actually feel pain.”
The dark figure demanded angrily, “What do you want!”
Fang Zhixing inquired, “As long as you honestly answer my questions, I might spare your life.”
“Hmph, laughable!”
The dark figure looked disdainful and coldly said, “Do you think you can kill ?
I am undying!”
Fang Zhixing’s mind raced, and he promptly pulled out the Jinghong Spear.
He stared at the penetrated wound.
Suddenly, the tal around the injury changed color, showing signs of rusting.
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