Hero? Are You Worthy? Chapter 756: I love you

Florence had also reached Level 90, and on the Sky Do Continent, she undeniably had the qualifications to be called a powerhouse.

But this tower-like robust man clearly didn’t care.

Above Level 90, the gap between each level was terrifying. Let alone a single Florence, even if another weaker woman was added, or even two or three Florences, he had enough strength to counter them.

To him, these two won were no match at all; his real opponent was that one who had concealed himself at the very beginning.

Inas felt her throat go dry, clenching her Shield with her left hand. She could clearly sense how terrifying the energy released by this robust man was; even if she mustered all her strength, she might not be able to withstand the imminent attack.

Florence, on the other hand, showed no sign of stopping. Her chanting from her throat grew increasingly rapid, her shrill screams sounding almost as if they would tear her throat apart, when suddenly, a massive teor appeared out of thin air above their heads.

Just as this mysterious and imposing man had just raised his right hand, preparing to obliterate the two won opposite him with an axe...

Swoosh!

From behind him, a strange sound suddenly erged.

It was like the wind but carried an eerie chill.

The man’s body suddenly stiffened, with the axe he had lifted hanging motionless in midair.

A pale, delicate hand had already landed on the man’s shoulder.

A dense, gray fog ford a human silhouette, and a voice that was not loud, even sowhat soft and tender, resonated by the man’s ear:

"Die!"

Hum!

However gentle the voice was, it was like the most horrific wail, echoing around him; the man only felt as if his body had been heavily struck by a massive hamr, his head suddenly dizzy.

It felt as if his entire brain was about to explode.

In an instant, a scarlet haze veiled his vision, with sothing trickling from his nose and the corners of his eyes.

The Wail of Death.

It was one of the Daughter of Death, Ireta’s, ultimate moves.

It was a weird power that could only be comprehended after coming into contact with a myriad of souls and enduring the wails of countless souls.

This terrible power could destroy the target’s brain in an instant, but the most horrific aspect was the damage inflicted upon the soul—The Wail of Death could shatter the target’s soul into a complete ss in a re mont.

No matter how strong the soul was, it would be ground into dust at this mont, ceasing to exist.

The man’s body shook violently, his bloodshot eyes drooping involuntarily, and all he could see was red. He could feel his own face seeming to dry up and crack.

Dark red cracks were clearly visible, streaking across his face, and the veins on his face bulged out like venomous snakes.

If this man had a soul, that single Wail of Death would have been enough to crush his soul instantly, turning him into a Walking Corpse.

Alas, the absence of a soul rendered the most devastating power of the Wail of Death useless, seriously damaging the body but unable to achieve an instantaneous kill.

This caused Ireta a trace of regret in her heart.

However, Ireta was unaware that at the very mont her Wail of Death had just sounded, thousands of miles away in a certain cave, Mitsui Kenta’s ears nearly simultaneously echoed with a soft, gentle whisper.

Die.

Die!

Die.

These were all avatars of Mitsui Kenta, yet also under Mitsui Kenta’s own control.

For Mitsui Kenta to manipulate these avatars, it was imperative to establish a link on the level of consciousness, to sense the encounters faced by the avatars and control their different responses.

In this respect, Mitsui Kenta’s soul strength was incredibly exaggerated.

After all, multitasking was exceedingly difficult, and Mitsui Kenta was now multitasking sevenfold. If the strength of his consciousness were insufficient, his consciousness could collapse at any mont, leading to chaos and turning him into a madman.

But this also ant that everything felt by the avatars was completely transferred into Mitsui Kenta’s consciousness.

The avatars were but empty shells.

However, the original body had a lively soul.

And it was when targeting the soul that the Wail of Death’s destructive power could reach its full effect.

A low and suppressed voice in Mitsui Kenta’s mind instantly beca a terrifyingly sharp wail, his head feeling as if it had swelled in an instant.

Hum...

It was as if a mighty bell tolled in his brain.

Deep within, his consciousness and soul turned to complete chaos under the onslaught of the Wail of Death. It seed as if countless tiny vortices were voraciously consuming, tearing at his soul.

The handso, pale face blood with bursting blood vessels, with sticky liquid overflowing from his ears.

What he could see before him seed to be an abyssal darkness, yet it also resembled an endless, dazzling Starry Sky.

The powerful Energy within his body, provoked by the soul’s assault, burst forth, tearing the ground asunder, billowing dust and even affecting the Goddess statue ahead, marking the exquisite jade with uncountable tiny cracks.

Mitsui Kenta could distinctly feel as if countless viscous, dark things were enveloping his body.

Nevertheless, Mitsui Kenta’s overwhelming strength withstood. Even though he was severely affected by this unexpected Wail of Death, the disturbance did not last long.