??Chapter 873: 453 Sacred Devices, Moon God statue (4400)
Chapter 873: 453 Sacred Devices, Moon God statue (4400)
Cathedral, prayer hall, in the expansive space.
Two unignorable silhouettes locked on to each other, and in an instant, they understood that the other was their adversary! Silently, two auras spread, gradually occupying the spaces to the left and right sides of the hall.
The atmosphere suddenly turned tense, and the sll of blood seed to grow fainter.
Otto felt great, better than ever before. He had underestimated the magical power of this boxing thod, which could only show its true charm amidst slaughter. The more he used the Breaking Moon force to crush the dark creatures, the more Otto felt his thoughts beco clear and his emotions released without form. Shadow Moon Fist seed to possess a magic that stirred emotions during battle, the more he killed, the more he beca fascinated, and the more he cultivated, the more addicted he beca.
If an ordinary person practiced this demonic boxing thod, they would likely quickly beco an obsessively mad murderer, finding pleasure in killing and being unable to extricate themselves from the joy of shattering flesh. However, Otto, a strong-willed fighter, could resist so of the temptation, converting it into the motivation to beco stronger rather than becoming a complete slave to the boxing thod.
Now, he was intentionally indulging so of his emotions to align with this boxing thod. Naturally, his personality beca more irascible.
Bang!
The hard marble tiles in front of the underground entrance shattered under a foot.
A silhouette approached the Black Moon chieftain at an eerily agile and high speed, leaving a trail of blood plasma mist in the air.
Otto’s eyes glinted with red silk, radiating a cold and harsh light. His powerful hands, stretched open, easily sliced through the air, forming a fleeting white crescent in mid-air. His well-defined fist trembled the air.
Clang!
In the center of the hall, a tallic buzzing collision resounded.
Otto’s fists bore down, but they were blocked by the Black Moon chieftain’s upraised hands. The chieftain’s rock-like, semi-transparent forearms, crescent-shaped bone blades spreading out like mantis limbs, were fierce and fierce, with spikes on the edges.
Crackle… crackle…
The Breaking Moon force instantly trembled and transmitted into the surface of the bone blades, causing a wave of force confronting and annihilating each other. A succession of ripples swept across the blade surface, turning into a vague white mist.
These energy-filled ripples passing along the floor imdiately caused a series of crackling explosion sounds. In a brief ti, the floor’s surface bore a succession of crack-like fissures as if etched with a chisel.
Inside the cathedral, the semi-transparent black silhouette was flung backward, turning a complete three hundred and sixty degrees before landing steadily. However, just as the Black Moon chieftain had counteracted the force of the collision, the blood-colored silhouette in front continued to chase close like a shadow. Each step Otto took on the ground traced a bizarre curve, stitching together a series of arcs that ford a path of rapid approach, like stones skimming across water.
Whoosh!
Otto’s arms swept, and two broken moon shadows instantly tore through the air, slashing upward. Their targets clearly passed through the gaps and cut towards the armpits of the Black Moon chieftain’s arms, avoiding a head-on collision with the two crescent bone blades of unclear material. This was the flaw in movent that Otto captured with his eyes in an instant, thanks to the essence integrated from the Black Moon Pupil King technique.
A dangerous afterimage lood, fast as lightning.
The crescent pupils in the eyes of the Black Moon chieftain eerily rotated, locking onto Otto’s intent. Power surged, and the fierce dual blades chopped down fiercely.
Clang!
Another head-on collision like a needle against wheat!
Under unrelenting pressure, Otto grunted, staggering back a dozen steps. His hands dropped, and on his left palm and the back of his right hand were cuts through the skin, with blood dripping drop by drop.
Opposite, the Black Moon chieftain was flung backward for the second ti, flinging its arms wide open. With a ting, the sharp bone blades sliced into the load-bearing pillars on either side, cutting a third deep. The Black Moon chieftain shook its arms and fell from mid-air, landing on its feet. It looked towards its arms with a grave expression.
The almost indestructible bone blade surface now sported cracks, running from the tip down to the bottom. Even the skin on the arms had similar fine cracks, with galaxy-colored wound gaps oozing black blood drops.
“Without deliberately suppressing it, the wounds actually can’t heal…” the Black Moon chieftain muttered to itself, finding it troubleso. The exotic force that had invaded its body was hindering its immortality, even keeping the wounds open. It needed to distract itself with healing to allow the immortality to overpower that fracturing force and expel it.
Drip, drip, the drops of black blood infused with Breaking Moon force fell to the floor. Instantly, they were like bullets packed with gunpowder, continuously exploding and fracturing. After the blood mist cleared, there were egg-sized pits left behind.
“Hehehe… Do you feel the pain? This is the power gifted to
by the Dean, specifically for hunting down your kind, the undying species…”
“Enjoy it~”
Otto’s young and scholarly face showed a touch of sickness and cruelty.
His glasses were sared with blood, obscuring his eyes. But one could still see the faintly upturned corners of his mouth and the eerily white teeth that showed.
“Do you think you have already secured victory!?”
The Black Moon chieftain was furious and frustrated inside. If it hadn’t been for being severely injured by a mysterious figure at the top of the cathedral, crashing through five or six layers of ceilings, it wouldn’t be able to exert even sixty percent of its strength. How could this arrogant human possibly be its opponent?
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