Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 910 - 389: Triple Halberd Blast, I Want to Devour Hi

Chapter 910: Chapter 389: Triple Halberd Blast, I Want to Devour Him_2

At that mont, Jack Clark’s aura was terrifyingly intense as he summoned the Power of Hell and entered his Demon God Transformation Form, propelling his might to the pinnacle of the Ninth Heaven Peak.

Under the illumination of the blood light from the sea of blood, thunder, and flas that spread for kiloters, Jack Clark, standing high at ten thousand ters altitude, resembled a war god erging from hell.

The exaggerated leap from the early stage to the peak of quasi-mythical Ninth Heaven left the two army-level True Demons montarily dazed.

In the instant the two True Demons were caught off guard, Jack Clark vanished from his spot, appearing like teleportation above the head of the Three-tailed True Demon kiloters away, his halberd shining with light.

Boom!

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Enveloped by the blood light of the Power of Hell, the halberd, asuring a kiloter long, descended with such force that it tore the earth asunder, ripping open a crack several kiloters long in the demon gas domain.

The terrifying strike compressed the surrounding space into solidity, forcing Carol to confront it head-on, with no chance to dodge or escape.

“The Purgatory True Demon Clan is invincible, kill!”

As a powerful warrior who had risen from a vassal race and obtained the Blood of Demon God to transform into a mber of the Purgatory Demon Race, Carol did not despair in the face of a lethal strike but was instead ignited with a wild battle intent.

Boom!

Under a secret skill, Carol’s demonic power, physical body, and even soul ignited, surging his aura tenfold in an instant, with trendous strength converging on the slender blade in his hand.

“Kill!”

In Carol’s roaring, a blade light nearly a kiloter long, emitting unmatched sharpness, shone through heaven and earth, cleaving upwards towards the blood-colored war halberd.

The slender and sharp blade light cut through all matter, energy, and even space itself, leaving a pitch-black line in its wake, slicing through heaven and earth.

anwhile, amidst the roiling demonic clouds above Jack Clark, a warhamr nearly a kiloter long with a head as large as a mountain peak fell down.

The mountain-sized warhamr, containing indescribable terrifying power, caused the air around it to explode, creating concentric circles of liquid-like transparent shockwaves that blasted in all directions.

In just an instant, the two Purgatory True Demons reacted, unleashing their full strength to form a pincer attack.

Boom! At the mont the kiloter-long blood-colored war halberd made contact with the sharp blade light, the unmatched blade light collapsed under the rule-like Power of Hell.

Then the massive blade of the halberd fell upon Carol, appearing from afar as if a kiloter-long halberd had descended from the sky, striking the earth.

Boom!

A dazzling blood-colored radiance burst from the ground, shattering the earth for kiloters around, flinging dirt and rocks in all directions under the sequential blood lights.

The powerful Destructive Impact, akin to a hurricane, swept over a range of several kiloters, raising billowing smoke and dust, and shredding countless unmanned chs and soldiers of different races caught in the violent shockwaves.

This was the terror of top-tier strong n, where the aftermath of their battles wrought imnse destruction.

Fortunately, the cultivators of the Human Race had the experience to make a prompt retreat, fleeing to the distance, as soon as they witnessed their top strong man in action.

And as Jack Clark struck down Carol with one blow, the Doomsday warhamr from above also thunderously descended upon him, bringing with it a force that caused space itself to compress and fracture.

Boom! At ten thousand ters altitude, a black-red halo exploded, sending pure shockwaves surging over several kiloters, dispersing the surrounding demonic aura domain.

There, beneath the several hundred ters large warhamr, Jack Clark was seen holding it off with a single arm raised.

In front of Jack Clark, four layers of crystal-like boundary walls manifested, vibrating with black halos as they withstood the impact of the warhamr’s terrifying power.

This scene resembled Jack Clark, with a single arm, holding off a world-ending teorite capable of destroying a city, a striking image.

And just as Jack Clark was single-handedly fending off Kavasto’s Full-Force Strike amid the sea of blood, a shadow appeared silently behind him, rely ten or so ters away.

With no killing intent, no energy fluctuations, the shadow, as if a non-existent phantom, pounced towards Jack Clark at lightning speed.

A five-ter-long blackthorn pierced through the void in its hand, leaving a dark trace in the air as it soundlessly aid for Jack Clark’s back heart.

But just then, Jack Clark abruptly turned around, his eyes beneath the faceplate cold and indifferent, as the halberd in his hand, surrounded by blood light, erupted with radiance.

Under the augntation of the Doomsday Domain, the already imnsely heavy Eight Desolate Battle Halberd struck like a compressed mountain range, sweeping across at speeds over ten tis the speed of sound at close range.

Boom!

A semi-circular, black area spanned hundreds of ters in high altitude appeared, and in one strike, the mid-stage Nine Demonic Marks assassin was instantly blown apart.

The mont the Assassination True Demon was obliterated, a blood-colored battle spear, a kiloter long, shot into the sky, shattering the warhamr’s shadow, and with unrivaled strength, it slashed towards Kavasto.

Standing a hundred ters tall and bursting with power nearly reaching the quasi-mythical level, Kavasto let out a roar of shock and rage, surrounded by black demonic qi, with his warhamr emanating a terrifying radiance.

As the entire domain’s power converged and augnted the heavy warhamr, it twisted the surrounding space like a black hole, eting the war halberd with a force capable of blasting everything to smithereens.

Boom!! The mont the blood-enveloped halberd intersected with the heavy hamr, the entire heaven and earth seed to shake, followed by a massive explosion of the halberd’s skill.

In an instant, the heaven and earth were illuminated by a dazzling blood light, and Jack Clark, surrounded by a shimring halo, appeared overhead Kavasto, holding the black-gold battle halberd.

Because of Jack’s incredible speed, surpassing the threshold of perceptual awareness, Kavasto could only instinctively burst out with power, bringing his hamr across to block his head just in ti.

Boom! Compared to the colossal warhamr over two hundred ters long, with a head like a building, the black-gold battle halberd in Jack’s hands was like a toothpick gleaming with dazzling blood light.

But the mont the halberd fell, an indescribable force burst out. In the wide-eyed horror of Kavasto, the handle of his hamr shattered, and his protective domain power collapsed.

Boom!

Amidst the still-lingering explosion of blood light high in the sky, a trendous figure fell from the heavens and struck the ruined earth with ferocity, instantly shattering the ground within a kiloter radius as dirt and rubble soared into the sky.

Amidst the tempest of smoke, dust, and turbulent air waves, Jack Clark, dressed in black-red armor, stood atop the headless corpse holding his halberd, his blood-red hair flowing freely behind him without any wind, exuding a terrifying authority.

From the mont the two Nine Demonic Marks strongn unleashed their Demon Domain to seal the heavens and earth, to the mont one lurked to assassinate Jack, rely a few minutes had elapsed.

And most of that ti was spent conversing at the beginning of the standoff as Kavasto and his two demons tried to distract Jack, with the actual battle erupting for less than a minute.

In a flash of lightning, life and death were decided between them, with three Nine Demonic Marks beings of higher realm slain in an instant by Jack, crumbling effortlessly, unable to withstand a single strike.

And from the beginning to the present, Jack had only unleashed his True Martial cultivation, conserving the even more formidable and terrifying power of his Innate God Demon physique.

Even so, the surrounding battlefield fell silent. The two Demon Kings entangled with the Human King in the sky also showed grave expressions, their eyes swirling with terrifying intent to kill.

With just the initial realm of Nine Demonic Marks, he already possessed strength comparable to quasi-mythical levels. Once he breaks through to the mid or late stage, his combat power will be even more exaggerated!

This human must die, he must indeed die, his dominion at the sa stage is too frightening.

Boom boom boom!!

Above the high altitude of a hundred kiloters, the battle between the two kings and Demon Kings intensified, the pressure from their colliding rules suffocating countless people and beings of different races.

While the battle of the kings in the sky intensified, Jack Clark, standing on the corpse of Kavasto, looked towards the distance with a cold gaze.

On a small hill ten kiloters away, a three-ter-tall Purgatory True Demon clad in dark gold armor, with nine demon horns like a crown, was watching him.

From that mid-stage Nine Demonic Marks Purgatory True Demon, Jack felt a faint sense of oppression.

With his current strength, for that Purgatory True Demon to give him even a ‘slight’ sense of pressure, it was clear that the being was very strong, possibly even a descendant of a Demon God.

Thinking this, Jack’s eyes inevitably showed a touch of excitent and battle intent, curious to see how many strikes his opponent could withstand.

Similarly, Alex, who had witnessed Jack annihilate the three Nine Demonic Marks True Demons in the blink of an eye, also revealed an excited look in his eyes.

That human who was also at the initial realm of Nine Demonic Marks and possessed quasi-mythical strength seed to give him a feeling even stronger than that of the human who had inherited the ruins.

It’s highly probable that the opponent also has a special inheritance.

If he could kill him, devour his inheritance, absorb the race luck he carries, his bloodline might beco further purified, closer to his ancient Ancestor.

With that thought, Alex couldn’t help but let out a long howl, transforming into a streak of light and rushing towards Jack.