Chapter 122: 090 Swallowing Demon State! (6.3k)
Their fists crossed over, shooting out like teors.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bai Xiao fiercely punched Killing Ghost Wang Jia in the chest!
Wang Jia returned the punch with the sa ferocity at Bai Xiao’s chest!
Both of them chose not to dodge but to clash directly!
Bai Xiao’s confidence in confronting directly stemd from his powerful Hard Skills, the Iron Skin stage, coupled with the Giant Stone Realm and the Grey mbrane Level, his defense was astonishing.
It had already been tested in battle.
Killing Ghost Ye Liu and another.
Even unleashing their full strength couldn’t break his defense.
Thus, for Bai Xiao not dodging made perfect sense.
And the reason Wang Jia didn’t dodge was the Ghost Pattern!
Unlike ordinary Killing Ghosts like Ye Liu, Wang Jia was significantly stronger and could control his Ghost Pattern, thus forming the “Ghost Pattern·Feather Robe” on his body’s surface obtaining startling defense in an instant.
In a mont, two heavy sounds erupted.
Both Wang Jia’s and Bai Xiao’s upper bodies shook, a gust of wind flew past their shoulders, and their imnse power burst forth. Both fiercely retreated, their shoes thudding heavily, cracking the floor tiles with every step.
Boom!
Bai Xiao’s broad back slamd into an ornantal tree. This tall tree violently shook and its leaves rustled down like rain.
He lowered his head, his whole body radiating a sense of injured weakness.
Clink!
Wang Jia’s waist crashed hard into a silver-white trash can, emitting a tallic buzz, visibly denting and caving in.
The black Ghost Pattern on his upper body disappeared in a small area.
Seemingly because it eroded while countering Bai Xiao’s power.
“It’s a bit… tricky…”
Wang Jia laid one hand on the trash can, slowly rising to his feet.
His eyes looked into the distance, pupils suddenly narrowed.
“Don’t go! Be careful!”
Nearby, Bai Xiao’s battle hadn’t ceased at all.
Along with Wang Jia, two more Killing Ghosts charged over.
Seizing the mont Bai Xiao was pushed back by Wang Jia’s punch and collided with the tree trunk. Their dark figures swooped in swiftly, one from the left and one from the right, both fists shooting out!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two muscular arms that tore through the air like javelins.
Boom!
Their fists, covered in patchy black patterns, viciously slamd onto Bai Xiao.
The violent power made the big tree tremble wildly, its roots exposed on the surface snapping with cracks, revealing pale cross-sections as soil also burst forth.
In front of Bai Xiao, Killing Ghost Ye Liu and another Killing Ghost had bloodthirsty gazes, especially Ye Liu, who felt an exhilarating sense of venting after too long a suppression!
His lips curled up, almost forming a sneer on his face.
Suddenly!
Two arms ferociously lifted, reaching out!
Like iron-white pythons, they furiously lunged.
Thud Thud, they struck the chests of the two Killing Ghosts.
Crack.
Instantly, two dark shadows were flung backward, falling heavily.
Killing Ghost Ye Liu felt his chest crackle, those were the sounds of slight bone fractures, and a tearing pain surged through his muscles.
He coughed violently, his expression painfully strained as he stood up.
He had just managed to stand when, before he could even steady himself,
A wild black shadow rocketed over, like a train crashing.
Bang!
Killing Ghost Ye Liu once more flew out like a cloud swept by the wind, surroundings blurring from high speed, bones emitting crisp and breaking sounds.
Clang! He crashed hard onto a black tal bench.
“You…”
Ye Liu half-raised himself, a trail of red blood foaming at his lips.
His eyes widened, unbelieving as he lifted his head.
Ahead, Bai Xiao’s figure stood tall like an iron tower under the sunlight.
His tough resilient skin shimred with a tallic matte luster.
On his chest, the shallow fist mark left by Wang Jia was dissipating.
“Sorry, it’s the first ti I’m using the Swallowing Demon state…”
“Still not quite skilled.”
He grinned, showing his stark white teeth. His cold gaze swept over Ye Liu, eventually locking with Wang Jia’s in mid-air.
A dense, volatile tension quietly spread.
Swoosh!
Liu Yang appeared behind Wang Jia, his body tense like a drawn bow, ready to burst forth into full combat at any mont.
“Heh heh heh…”
Wang Jia suddenly chuckled coldly, his large hand waving, directly tearing off the black robe on his body, revealing a robust torso covered in overlapping black feather patterns. These feather patterns, as if real, swayed and twisted with the wind and airflow, rustling eerily.
“Ye Liu, you two idiots, worrying about draining your lives, not even daring to use Blood Liberation! No wonder you’re lying on the ground now, beaten up like this…”
“This delays the plan, seriously slowing down the formation of the hunting ground!”
“After this operation is over, you two will suffer.”
Wang Jia’s fingers suddenly curved into claws, every large muscle tensed.
With a bang, his fists closed, rushing out compressed air.
He slowly set into a fierce combat stance.
In this process, from the gaps in Wang Jia’s Ghost Pattern, streaks like blood trickled down, spreading all over his body. It was like fresh paint on a wall, incessantly andering downwards.
“Blood… Liberation!”
His foot stomped on the ground, and his figure instantly vanished.
Before Bai Xiao, a black and red figure erged. In an instant, strong limbs delivered a barrage of violent attacks like rcury pouring down.
Wang Jia had completely transford into a beastly humanoid.
Each punch he threw resonated with a terrifying explosive sound.
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