??Chapter 1080: 468 Am I fighting with Saint Fist?! (4400)
Chapter 1080: 468 Am I fighting with Saint Fist?! (4400)
“Air, air, air, air, air, air…”
A terrifying echo resonated slowly in mid-air, as if so strange, enormous machine were silently operating, causing the surrounding environnt to warp and change. The ground of Nanfei City, almost completely ruined, saw pebbles and dust slowly levitating, seized by so unfathomable force.
Above the sky, huge swaths of clouds were also tainted by a faint dark aura. Pulled over by a magnet-like force, they stacked heavily upon one another. Thick and gloomy, they blocked the sunlight of the afternoon.
Under the shadow of these clouds, a monstrous Armored Giant, towering over a hundred ters tall, stood upon the ruins, like a massive mountain peak.
Above the head of the Armored Giant, a circular moon disc cast down a scarlet glow, lighting up the vast expanse of rocks and dust suspended in the air behind it. From a distance, it seed almost like a cloak of dark red haze.
This made the Armored Giant appear as if it were a demon god from ancient tis.
It exuded an aura of wild antiquity, solemn grandeur, and ferocious majesty!
Click, click, click, click…
The previously motionless Armored Giant, like a religious knight’s sculpture, slowly lowered its head, the sound of tal grinding against bone vibrating through it. Its face, like a snake-belly tal Helt, was pointed directly at Blood Demon Diaz.
Hum! Two points of red light lit up, as if two scarlet suns.
“The life field tells
you are a nice dessert,” bood the Golem with a voice as deep as a Grand Bell, resonating with the air. The vibration caused nearby teetering buildings to collapse outright.
Boom, boom, whish, whish, whish…
Blue-white lightning streaked across the sky at great speeds, gathering in the thick clouds that suddenly let down a torrential rain, dense and fog-like. Gale-force winds blew fiercely, making the transparent rainwater that fell like silk in the air create a tumultuous, undulating pattern.
The fearso aura of the Kashiou Golem’s body attracted these climatic changes within a small range. This was a signature trait of the Holy Fist Realm, the ability to influence nature with human power, and even replace the natural climate of any place they went to. Clearly, this ant Casio was extrely close to that realm, whether in terms of physical Qi or spiritual will.
“Demon Figure Gate Master!!!”
Blood Demon Diaz’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. When he left the Door Organization’s stronghold, he had already been entrusted with a lot of information and intelligence by the seventh king, including the events of the past two or three years. However, the side effect of the Necromancy Ceremony continued to linger, causing Diaz to forget so important matters apart from the purpose of his current mission.
Moreover, once he started feeding and entered a frenzied state, unless sothing threatening his life appeared, he would outright ignore so crucial information that needed contemplation. For instance, how could top fighters like Nine snakes and Fog Man appear simultaneously in a small country? And what about their last-resort protective Qi manifesting a golem’s phantasm? Did that suggest there was a peak master behind them? Yet, all this was suppressed by the desire to feed.
After the Necromancy Ceremony, Blood Demon Diaz, showing traits of Dark Biological Transformation, was actually controlled by the instincts of dark creatures.
In truth, if he had just taken so ti to adjust, this issue could have been resolved. But unfortunately, Diaz had been a bit too hasty in his actions this ti.
That had led to the series of events that just unfolded.
It wasn’t until the golem that Casio had beco locked onto him with a terrifying presence that the sense of danger scread from every cell in his body, replacing the hunger.
Only then did Blood Demon Diaz sober up from his instincts and sensed that sothing was terribly wrong.
But it seed that realizing sothing was amiss now was a bit too late.
“Retreat quickly! This man cannot be contended with by force!”
This was the imdiate response in the depths of his heart upon their first confrontation, a subconscious comparison of strength.
Blood Demon Diaz, the seventy-second generation vice leader of the Door Organization, felt that he was no match for this golem! If he fought against it, he would only be defeated!
“Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!”
Around the enormous blood figure that Diaz had beco, a vast expanse of dark red Qi, like plasma, churned and roared. It seed to struggle with countless horrific faces protruding and screaming in rage. This ford an area akin to a human hell, surging directly towards the back.
There, were Nine snakes and Fog Man, two Great Elders who had been badly beaten.
“You two are the best hostages!”
Diaz lunged forward, the terrifying Qi of an Extre Fighter level bursting forth, overwhelming and pressing down on the two Puppet Gate Elders with pale complexions. His crazed, ferocious eyes glowed with a terrifying red!
A gigantic blood hand reached towards the two silhouettes on the ground.
“Hum!”
Suddenly, an impossibly heavy and massive pressure pierced through layers of air, impacting Blood Demon Diaz! From all around, a focused consolidating force squeezed inward, locking him in place!
“This is!!! A Fighter’s Aura! Impossible, this aura could actually suppress with such a terrifying effect! Could it be that I am fighting with a Saint Fist right now!!!” Blood Demon Diaz’s fierce expression froze involuntarily, then his face shifted abruptly to one of panic.
Indeed, as he realized, it was the Fighter’s Aura affecting his body. But the effects were terrifying like never before. Normally, a Fighter’s Aura was rely a combat aid for fighters.
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