Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 788 - 172: Sacrificial Blood, Burning Fiercely!_3

Chapter 788: Chapter 172: Sacrificial Blood, Burning Fiercely!_3

The first one to regain consciousness was Ning Yu, who drew a self-defense dagger from Nedved, whose quiver was already empty, and madly sprinted towards the Evil-eye Tyrant. Moer and Helen each seized a scimitar from Trist and also chased after her.

Ning Yu ran too fast, she tripped over something on the ground, and fell heavily. She painfully held her knee, gritted her teeth, and continued to run towards us. Under the reflective clam shells on her back, her beautiful yet exhausted face looked stark white.

"Don’t come over!" All of Liu Zhenhan’s bones seemed to be squeezed together, the pain was so intense that even his scalp was numb. Watching the three girls come forward as if courting death, he felt a sweet and sharp pain in his heart. The words he roared out were also powerless and weak.

He was entwined tightly and suspended mid-air; Liu Zhenhan exerted his strength all over but to no avail. He could not accept, nor believe that the Evil-eye Tyrant had such incredible magical abilities, and also such immense physical strength!

Who could fight such a monster? Liu felt a chill in his heart; if the centaurs of the Emerald City were properly trained, they might not have lost to this tyrant. Why did it have to be him who ended up in this predicament, being ruthlessly beaten by this tyrant?

Seeing the Evil-eye Tyrant point a tentacle towards the three panting girls with disheveled hair who were frantically racing towards him, Liu Zhenhan felt a cold chill, like sinking into a snow pit.

He twitched the single eye on his tentacle and looked back at Liu Zhenhan, as if admiring his expression of despair.

"Relax, I won’t kill them. I will hurt them, then, control you, and afterwards drain them of their blood essence," the voice of the Evil-eye Tyrant was filled with a morbid exhilaration.

"Fuck you!" Liu Zhenhan bit his tongue and spewed a forceful magical blood arrow which contained his abundant Magic Teacher’s mana. It severed the nearby tentacle, and the shattered flesh sprayed all over Liu Zhenhan.

"Damn it~" The Evil-eye Tyrant let out a shrill scream which echoed through the world, "How did I forget that damn ’blood spell’!"

"Motherfucker!" Liu Zhenhan bit his tongue again, cursed ambiguously, and wanted to look for the tentacles entangled around his body. Then a strong tentacle tightened around his throat like a huge python, another one entwined in his hair, twisting his pained and humiliated face towards the sky.

Although Liu Zhenhan’s mouth was smeared with the tyrant’s blood at this moment, he did not have the mind to perform the Blood Oath. This creature was not afraid of the Curse of the Fallen God; it surely had a way to torture him, leaving him in a state between life and death. A mere Blood Oath wouldn’t be difficult for it to break.

Liu Zhenhan did not want to provide any more amusement or stimulation for the tyrant’s cat and mouse games.

"Damn it! Your spirit and soul are entangled with four damn curses! You damn it!" The voice of the Evil-eye Tyrant became even more enraged. Liu Zhenhan’s head felt dizzy, as if a force was silently searching deep in his mind.

"Stop! If you come any closer, I’ll kill him!" The voice of the Evil-eye Tyrant was like a ripple caused by a fallen elephant, echoing in everyone’s mind.

Although Liu Zhenhan’s head was twisted into the sky, he was sure that whether it was Ning Yu and the others, or the two Fairy Dragons, they must be standing there like statues.

"Beamon! You damned Beamon!" The Evil-eye Tyrant continued to speak with his mental power, "To punish you, damned wretch, I will let all the women you care for the most die! Ahaha~ this seems to be your deepest fear, isn’t it~ If they don’t listen to me, I’ll break your arm~"

Feeling the tentacle wrapped around him struggling fiercely, the Evil-eye Tyrant promptly entwined him with two more tentacles.

"Your anxiety fills me with joy, you damned Beamon, how should I thank you for the pleasure you bring me? Ahaha~ Shall we start the game now?" The Evil-eye Tyrant laughed radiantly, "I didn’t expect that you, with your filthy soul, could be so loving? Haha, this little thing is your favorite?"

The face of Guoguo, who was fully entangled, was turning purple. She passed in front of Liu Zhenhan, whose mouth was smeared with blood. The laughter of the Evil-eye Tyrant was even more intense.

"This cute little thing looks really delicious, its blood must be very nourishing! Haha~ You started to struggle again~ You damned~ Your strength is really great~ Ohoh~ this little thing is so powerful~ The great Evil-eye Tyrant is getting hurt by it~" The Evil-eye Tyrant hung Liu Zhenhan upside down in mid-air, raised him towards his massive main eye, "Haha~ now there is nowhere for your blood arrow to be shot from, right? Let me give you a good view first!"

Guoguo’s little face had already turned purple from being entangled by the tentacle. She was handed to the predator’s mouth by the Evil-eye Tyrant right below Liu Zhenhan’s eyes. The tyrant’s huge main eye stared at Liu, as if anticipating the appearance of Liu Zhenhan’s desperate expression.

"Beg me to show mercy." The voice of the Evil-eye Tyrant was full of wonder, "I know you have never sincerely begged anyone, if you sincerely beg for mercy, or sign the most humiliating ’Spirit Branding Contract’ with me, I will spare this child of yours."