??Chapter 515: 285 dead dead dead dead dead (4000)_2
Chapter 515: 285 dead dead dead dead dead (4000)_2
The shock wave rippled across the ground, forming a rapidly expanding white ring that flew nearly a hundred ters.
“Ha…”
The youth enshrouded in the blood-red steam slowly exhaled a turbid breath, his face grimaced, and he threw an aggressive punch towards the road roller. Leveraging the reverse force, the young man flipped back and sorsaulted gracefully in the air before landing on both feet.
Behind him, the nearly shattered tal machine seed to receive the last straw that had broken the cal’s back. Inside, the sound of tal shattering and warping could be heard.
Crash!
The road roller collapsed all at once, with tal parts and debris exploding and landing halfway down the street, like a fairy scattering flowers.
Casio walked by, his skeletal hands constantly dripping blood, landing on the ground with a patter.
He reached the center of the road roller’s collapse.
He stomped on the ground, causing a huge rumble. Nurous small parts flew up from the ground but were swatted away by him. He then bent down to lift off the deford huge axle of the road roller.
The pit created by the battle was revealed in an instant.
This was a massive black hole, its diater reaching up to three to four ters. The edge was jagged, revealing bricks and deep yellow mud. Now, it was filled with a jumbled ss of shattered bones, blood, and fleshy mud. Occasional clusters of mane hair that resembled weeds stood out like steel needles.
When inhuman monsters et other inhuman monsters.
One is bound to die miserably.
Casio slowly stared at this pile of objects reeking of blood. He could sense that the resonance body ford by the Blood Spirit Association’s chairman had truly died. Its immortality and origin sparked by the potion, causing it to burn furiously with powerful energy until exhausted.
With the death of the resonance body, all the Dead Blood resonating with it undoubtedly perished together. Casio stood still, quietly watching the upper right corner of his field of view. There, numbers representing the Obsession Task were jumping.
Remaining Dead Blood count: 25
A blur appeared.
Remaining Dead Blood count: 3
So of the Dead Blood that participated in the Sect Destruction War weren’t dead; they were probably the remaining few who had stayed behind at the Blood Nest base.
Since Casio had even killed the resonance body ford by the chairman of the Blood Spirit Association, the remaining three targets would naturally be easy to handle once the battles were over. With the support of the Blood Vultures and Black chanism Intelligence.
It won’t be hard to completely end the Obsession.
He slowly withdrew his hand, the life vibration energy on the Blood Spirit Association’s chairman wasn’t much. It seed like during the previous fierce battle, the rampaging potion had completely drained and burnt it.
Casio only received a progress bar increase of 1.5%.
「Demon Idol Secret Martial Art: Qi Chapter 44.1%（Three Levels）」
「Demon Idol Secret Martial Art: Qi Chapter 45.6%（Three Levels）」
Having absorbed so many of the similar dark beings, Casio’s immunity to Dead Blood was almost saturated. The objective of using the Demon Idol Secret Martial Art was obviously going to switch directions.
He still rembered the deal he made with Amos, hoping the dark beings in the Black chanism branch’s prison could et the requirents. Even though it seed that there were a lot of branches in the eight cities, in total it was just a bit more than one county. Few but fine, Casio didn’t harbor much hope for it.
As long as the total improvent is no less than 5%.
After all, progressing gets tougher towards the end-stage.
Amidst the engulfing smoke and dust, Casio clenched his fist, the wounds on his hand were rapidly healing, it was almost unnoticeable that it was once injured. He could feel the cool breeze passing through the street.
He took out a pendant from his trouser pocket, the bottom was a bronze tal ball, resembling the texture of sand.
Slowly raising his hand, Casio pressed his thumb against it. The tal ball twisted and crumbled, white dust poured out from the inside. Like gravel, it was swept up by the cool breeze, drifting off into the unknown.
“Li Wei… with this, you can finally rest in peace…”
Such words drifted in the wind.
In the ruined street.
A robust silhouette, against the chilly wind, walked off into the distance.
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Zing!
A blue arc of light, like a spear, pierced through half a building, aiming straight for the figure that was stretching out like a bird of prey. Clink! The tip of the blade was deflected by the iron claws that could pierce through anything, causing a streak of golden red sparks to burst in the air.
“What a pity, such a pity…”
The deep voice of Feng Liusi rang out, seemingly filled with profound regret. He shivered his legs slightly, his body floating in a red tail fla, directly flying from the first floor to the second floor balcony.
From his high vantage point, he looked down at the figure with a knife amidst the rubble.
“The decapitation knife and the stab knife are still intact, yet the vibration knife is broken,”
“I planned to experience the Prism World alone today, to see whether your three-blade style is stronger, or if my Blood Vulture’s secret skill is superior. As it seems now, there won’t be an opportunity in this lifeti…”
Feng Liusi exposed his robust physique, his hands slightly sagging. Twin globes of deep red qi, like gloves, covered his hands, radiating an air of extre danger at a glance.
“Hehe, check the knife wounds on yourself before you speak…”
A few tens of ters away, on the wall of a block of ruins. The Ghost Knife Garoro gently tapped the ground with a blue stab knife in his hand.
Without exerting any strength, rely relying on the weight of the knife itself, the sharp point pierced the ground as if slicing through tofu.
He had several fist prints on him, sared with blood. Clearly, he was not mildly injured from the previous battle. Feng Liusi had two slash marks on him, skin and flesh separated, and fresh blood trickling down.
“Even with two-sword style, I can beat you!”
The Ghost Knife’s eyes glinted sharply, a fighter should never lose confidence in himself. Once the will is lost, the fear of retreating cos to mind, indicating an impending defeat.
In a clash of montum, there can be no retreat.
For the brave, every road narrows to victory alone.
Zing! A crisp tallic hum echoed on the ruins.
Garoro unsheathed his purple decapitation knife, which disappeared into the air after letting out a long drawn out hum. It reappeared, along with its master, on the second-floor balcony and ca slashing down from mid-air.
A sudden purple arc of light slashed through the air, causing a violent roar and trembling.
With a crack, the entire semi-circular balcony was severed with a single strike. The cross-section was so smooth it resembled a mirror.
However, the target, Feng Liusi, was nowhere to be found.
“Whistle!”
Suddenly, from behind Garoro, a rapid noise broke through the air, like a bird of prey swooping down, but in reality, it was the eerie sound caused by the rapid tearing of the air by a clenched fist. It sounded like a warning of impending danger.
Ding!
Whirling around, his decapitation knife transmuted into a stab knife. A low growl in his throat, and a blue tallic arc flew out at blazing speed, as if the knife blade was enveloped by a thin layer of white aura. It was quick and fierce!
Shhh… Shhh… Shhh…
Golden sparks splattered off the knife blade, suppressed by a pair of blood-red hands pressing on it, causing rapid vibrations to burst between them.
Wrestling with each other, the tal and fingertips rubbing against each other.
Garoro fiercely drew back, switching from stabbing to decapitating. A line of purple light danced, falling like a waterfall from the sky.
A dazzling flash, the purple light turned into blue! Multiple two-colored afterimages flew through the air, like torches waving in the dark.
Beautiful, yet lethal.
In the hanging ti, two old players, imrsed in the world of knife and fist thods for decades, showed terrifying skills. Each clash was dangerously extre, yet carried a kind of elegant beauty.
A sickening contrast that made one feel nauseous.
The humming of the knives clashing echoed through half of the block.
Both of them landed together, each bearing their own injuries.
Garoro took three steps back, only to charge forward again. His aura was at its peak in an instant, his edges sharp and visible.
“Two Sword Style! Scaly Fire!”
A dazzling light exploded in the ruins, a blue and purple knife light intertwined, and the shattered knife qi seed like a dense school of piranha. The blade’s tip wielded a series of colorful afterimages as it swung.
Like scales, like fire.
Where the knife points, Scaly Fire Burns!
On the other side, Feng Liusi stepped onto the top of a wall.
A hint of reminiscence on his face.
“I’ve figured out the limits you can reach now. Let everything end today, avenge the grudges from ten years ago.”
“I will end you with the Blood Vulture Beak…”
Whistle! A bird of prey descended from the sky, flapping its sky-obscuring wings, its iron claws resting on the shoulder. A pair of blood-red eyes, identical to Feng Liusi’s, indifferent, elegant, and dead.
“After today, there will be no more Ghost Knife in this world…”
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