??Chapter 1322: 660 Five Auspicious Sound Runes gathered together (4200)_2
Chapter 1322: 660 Five Auspicious Sound Runes gathered together (4200)_2
“Competing with them, what chance is there to win!”
At the entrance of the cave, three silhouettes clashed again with unbelievable speed. Attacks launched and retracted, power surging yet effortless.
Various boxing thods, all sorts of moves all unleashed.
Bang bang bang bang! The entrance of the cave was about to collapse in the blink of an eye.
In the center of the stormy battle, Holy Lion Ximu and Carlo Vincent clashed palms, their Spirit Strength of top Fighter level reaching its peak.
From within the darkness of the woods, suddenly, a silhouette in a black robe burst out like a teor. The robe rustled loudly, drawing an arc in mid-air. Pale palms ca together, launching a palm strike!
The terrifying palm strike crossed space, aiming directly at the back of Holy Lion Ximu!
Swoosh!
Holy Lion Ximu, in that instant, suddenly turned his head, revealing a ferocious cold smile, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long ti, finally you show up!”
“It’s not in vain that I’ve always kept my strength at the top level, playing along with these two old n. Heh, just so you would think you had grasped the limit of my strength and couldn’t help but strike… revealing yourself!”
Boom! Roar!!!!
Suddenly, Spirit Strength around Holy Lion Ximu exploded, roaring and expanding like a burst dam, blowing Carlo and Vincent, who seed evenly matched just monts ago, flying away. The strength of an Ultimate Fighter burst forth, a golden lion-like roar enveloping Ximu.
Boom! He spun around and threw a punch, eting the incoming palm strike!
Clang!!!
A sound like tal clashing echoed madly in the woods.
Nearby, nurous Demon Hunters covered their ears, expressions of pain on their faces.
Leaves rustled loudly, birds startled into flight.
Thump! Thump!
Two powerful silhouettes were sent flying in opposite directions.
Holy Lion Ximu’s back slamd into a hill, like a powerful earth-piercing missile, smashing through dozens of ters of rock layers before stopping.
The man in the black robe continued streaking wildly, smashing unknown numbers of fir trees and crushing countless bushes before finally landing.
“Door Organization?”
“Again, resurrected through that so-called Necromancy by the Vice-leader?”
“Heh, a dead person, yet possessing such strength.”
Embedded in the mountain, Holy Lion Ximu, with a slap of his right palm backward, shot out, his strength perfectly stopping him at the exit.
His cape was already torn, turned into strips of rags.
Ripping sound, Ximu reached out a large hand, yanking the entire cape off.
Completely revealing the tense ‘Demon’ character on his back!
He stood at an angle, his large form majestic under the moonlight, a faint golden terrifying Spirit Strength surged out like a column of light. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the surroundings, forming a ground-stomping roaring golden-maned Holy Lion.
The Holy Lion phantasm, towering five or six stories tall.
Ximu set his gaze in the direction of a kiloter away, within a cluster of weeds.
A burst of dark energy suddenly exploded, incinerating everything around. A silhouette in a black robe floated up, black tal boots landing back on the ground.
Rumble rumble…
Flas burning black as the night shot straight into the sky, spiraling violently at a height of several tens of ters. A huge, ferocious Crocodile half-rose, its enormous jaws open, wind howling as if to swallow the sky.
Both were phantasms of condensed Spirit Strength, display both oppressiveness and threat, not just unwieldy paper tigers.
Thus, both sides stood off at a distance, terrifying montum sweeping through the mountain forest.
On the original Battlefield, both Nightmare tribe mbers and Demon Hunters had their legs go weak with fear.
Facing terror at a foundational level of life, they felt a profound threat deep in their genes, as if a voice was screaming madly in their hearts.
“Run! Get away from them! Or else we’ll die!”
Over at Joey’s side, his girlfriend Yulia, overwheld by fear, fainted swiftly with rolling white eyes. Fortunately, after Joey checked her for a while, he found Yulia was unhard. Moreover, delighted to see that her Fear Mark had disappeared. Presumably, it was Holy Lion Ximu earlier crossing the Battlefield, coincidentally colliding with the Nightmare placing Fear Marks, directly squashing it into flesh mud.
Beside the cave, Holy Lion Ximu’s perception locked onto the man in the black robe.
Not far away, the sowhat dazed Carlo and Vincent were no longer his concern nor considered opponents.
“First to get the Rune, then it’s not too late to fight with this person…”
Ximu’s thoughts shifted, understanding the priorities of the situation. His mission here was to gain more favor from the Golem Sect Master!
The first demand of the Sect Master was Ximu’s primary target!
Whoosh, he spun around and darted into the cave like an arrow released from the bow. Far away, the man in black robe also blazed over, rushing into the soon-to-collapse cave. anwhile, Carlo and Vincent hesitated for a mont but then grimly charged in as well. Only the Demon Hunter’s Association and Nightmare tribe dumbfoundedly stood still.
Should they go in? It felt like walking straight into cannon fodder…
Not go in? The ceremony ended up benefitting others? Unacceptable!
Underground, the conflict between two Ultimate Fighters was unceasing. In a downward Tunnel as solid as rock, a golden and a black silhouette intertwined rapidly, fists and feet thundering into the walls, blasting cracks and pits, shaking the entire Tunnel, dust swirling madly.
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