socalfunplaces Chapter 1074 - 417: Slaughter Until the River Runs Red
Chapter 1074 - 417: Slaughter Until the River Runs Red
"Crazy! This world has gone mad!"
The blind Miemeng Wu, his senses greatly damaged, no longer held the commanding presence he once did.
He covered his eyes and stumbled backward in retreat.
Along the way, his storage ring kept activating, spilling brightly colored pills and Spiritual Medicines, like jelly beans, into his mouth.
But it was useless, his vision could not be restored!
He was a "Favored one of Heaven," able to adapt anywhere.
Various negative states acted upon him, arbitrarily weakening him by several measures.
How many years had it been since he had tasted such powerlessness after becoming the Holy King?
Miemeng Wu’s head ached as if split apart, his mind in chaos.
His Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit,
the "Miemeng Hatchling," suffered even more tragically.
Its master was merely enduring the backlash due to the forcibly interrupted boost from his Ability—in a sense, a weakened form of shared suffering.
It was different for it; it endured one hundred percent.
That monster... the more than ten times it had died so far had somehow accumulated a vast amount of pain...
It had even shared this pain at the cost of Self-Explosion...
Thoughts like these flickered through the Miemeng Hatchling’s mind, and then, like a mad creature, it collided wildly around.
As if by doing so, it could lessen its own pain.
But it was still futile; its eyes, its beak, all corroded by a dreadful curse.
The material was certainly not of the Supreme Level, and if appraised, suspecting Divine Enthronement might not be out of the question.
"No... the injuries are getting worse!"
"Boss! Save me! Save me quickly!"
"Let’s get out of here! Stop fighting them! Let’s go!"
Miemeng Hatchling was the first to lose the will to fight, its mind filled only with thoughts of escape.
This moment was extremely abrupt, leaving Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang, entangled in combat with Mu Yi Hanba, utterly dumbfounded.
"Swish!!"
Ye Nishang moved; wearing a deep black crown, holding the Ghost-Passing Mirror, and when she unfolded her eight wings, her full Ming Ye regalia was complete.
In her right hand, a familiar black arm slowly enlarged.
No longer reaching for Hai Xiong, it aimed straight for the screaming Miemeng Hatchling and brutally punctured her chest.
"Ah!!!!"
Miemeng Hatchling screamed, blood gushing shockingly.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!"
In the chaos, Ye Yin followed the Rose Princess’s actions, capturing the Enchanted Heart Medicine Butterfly in one move.
Everywhere he looked, bright thorny vines transformed into a prison, tightly enveloping the large butterfly.
The thorny vines extended further, directly piercing through the butterfly’s wings, using its flesh as nourishment to rapidly absorb.
If Miemeng Wu’s mind were normal and his emotions calm at this time, he still had time to forcibly recall and rescue.
But he was too preoccupied; from above, the Thunder Sword Dragon seized this excellent opportunity, squandering the remaining power of lightning, striking like targeting practice.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Boom boom boom!!"
The golden lightning arcs went utterly wild, at times transforming into a torrential downpour, densely assaulting.
Miemeng Wu’s armor shattered inch by inch, and in moments, he was bare, charred black.
With a clank, Lan Qixiong in Mecha Form, fired hundreds of tracking missiles.
They bombarded in a covering manner, instantly submerging the spot where Miemeng Wu stood.
Fiery Sun Nun Lie Xinxin, having rested for a long time, did not miss the opportunity to severely attack the enemy.
She spat out a golden-red fireball, like a meteor impact, causing a massive explosion upon landing and lifting a dust storm thousands of meters high.
"Boss!!"
The berserk Dinosaur Swan, disregarding all, rushed into the sea of fire to rescue Miemeng Wu.
Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang did the same, unable to imagine the scenario if Miemeng Wu fell before him, and the isolation he would endure.
"Boom!!!"
Sword Thunder Child pursued the victory, the Thunder Sword Dragon diving down, exploding, and one hundred and eight split Thunder Swords wildly cutting through the battlefield.
"Boom!!"
Mu Yi Hanba was not yet satisfied with the fight, but he still chose to sacrifice the Life Energy of Devour, transforming into the "Emperor of Corpses."
His body instantly grew enormous, almost reaching from the earth to the sky, a titan like no other.
Then, he swung a punch.
Just a plain punch, stirring up the wind, rain, and thunder.
All the air currents revolved around Mu Yi’s arm, and in an instant, the ground turned fragile, the sky no longer vast, a tens of kilometers long "Shattering Path" crossing everyone’s vision in a particularly shocking manner.
"Rip!!"
The Dinosaur Swan turned back, and as it saw the shadow of this punch, its physical body had already vaporized.
A second later, it was utterly obliterated.
The last trace of consciousness lingering in the world could not comprehend, no matter how, who had unleashed such a world-shattering Skill.
"Kill!"
Ye Hanjun unfolded the "Ten Directions Yama King Palace," collecting the splattered flesh and blood fragments as much as possible.
These Holy Beasts, each at Great Completion, Perfection, just devouring a bit made his Flesh Furnace, Soul Spring, bulge tightly.
"Aw!"
The Rose Princess embraced the struggling Enchanted Heart Medicine Butterfly, her small mouth, incredibly biting through its neck.
The relationship between predator and prey was simple and straightforward for her.
"Puff!!!"
Miemeng Wu spat another mouthful of blood, thick and bubbling, no longer bright red.
The consecutive deaths of the Dinosaur Swan and Enchanted Heart Medicine Butterfly severely backlashed his own body.
Even though Protective Artifacts still resisted the lightning strikes, his consciousness had already dimmed, teetering on the brink of death.
"No... I can’t die here..."
"At least... I must tell my clan... the news that Ming Lamp Night Clan still holds Dual Authority..."
Miemeng Wu bit his tongue, his hands trembling fiercely, continuously reaching for the sky, as if trying to grasp something.