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Chapter 1075 - 1075 546 Even dare to absorb my strength (4000)

Chapter 1075: 546 Even dare to absorb my strength? (4000) Chapter 1075: 546 Even dare to absorb my strength? (4000) North Reef Continent, a small frontier nation located on the West Coast.

The small nation was not very famous and was quite impoverished due to its rugged mountains, dense jungles, and inconvenient transportation. The only two notable features were the rather spectacular waterfalls and the uniquely charming scenery of the mountains and rivers. The Daffodil Waterfall, the largest waterfall cluster in the southern part of the nation.

The green mountains were lush and towering. Between the mountains, massive white torrents rushed down from the cliff gaps, carrying untold tons of freshwater. Boom, boom, boom, the earth trembled. The waterfall smashed onto rocks and lakes, shattering and splashing into large swathes of mist, like expanding and swelling milky white clouds of light smoke.

Looking up from below, the white waterfall was like a giant column supporting the sky, piercing the clouds. It inevitably made one marvel at nature’s might and humanity’s insignificance.

However, at this moment, on the surface of this white giant column, there was a distinct reddish-black spot moving rapidly upwards against the current. In the blink of an eye, it crossed the waterfall with a significant drop and rushed to the steep mountain peak and cliff.

Tap.

On a boulder on the cliff, a pair of metal combat boots landed heavily.

The tall silhouette, donned in a dark red robe, faced the Gale head-on, his long hair whipping wildly, revealing a pale, excessively pallid face. His melancholy handsomeness, with deep-set and three-dimensional features, seemed a bit too cold.

“Wraith… Resurrection, such… incredible technology… actually succeeded. Unfortunately, there are also hidden dangers… and costs…”

“I… can feel that I’ve lost most… of my memories…”

“Additionally, I’ve lost… some other things…”

The man in the red robe muttered to himself, stumbling over his words as if he had just woken from a deep sleep, even forgetting how to speak.

He lifted his long fingers to his temple, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as if pondering something that caused him a headache.

“Ha… here it comes again…”

The man in the red robe closed his eyes, his body suddenly trembling violently as if exerting a lot of effort. Veins spidered across his neck and half of his face.

He opened his eyes, his expression hollow, as if out of focus.

“I am the seventy-second Deputy Leader of the Door Organization… Blood Demon Diaz…”

“I am heading to the Gafa Kingdom to massacre the Secret Martial Art practitioners there!”

“Wipe them all out, kill them all, using my most skilled methods…”

Whoosh, plop, a blood-colored silhouette directly leaped into the water.

In the mist, one could see that below the river at the top of the waterfall, there seemed to be a huge tide of blood surging upstream at high speed. The tide kept sinking, its color fading, barely revealing its contour.

At the same time, one of the three most important strongholds of the Door Organization.

It was a dark mountain, its overall hues dark black and blood-red, a killing aura emanating from within the rocks. This resulted in almost no trees growing on it, not even weeds.

And inside the completely hollowed-out mountain, it was even darker.

The air was thick with a strong scent of death, as if thousands of years of accumulation had settled, fermenting, weighty enough to drown a person. If a Secret Martial Art practitioner below the Ultimate Fighter level were here, they would likely suffocate and die of spiritual exhaustion in a short time.

For the overlapping Qi created a strange magnetic field. The magnetic field enveloped the mountain, eradicating vitality. If one were not at the Fighter level with a mastery of the nuances of Aura and Qi, it would be impossible to ward off the invasion of this magnetic field and aura. This mountain peak was the Land of the Dead.

It was also a huge Coffin, a strange Altar.

Inside the Coffin, the silhouette of the seventh King, Basco, appeared here. He snapped his fingers, and a circle of bronze wall lamps around him instantly lit up, sweeping the dim environment clean.

Looking up around him, a strange scene unfolded. Inside the mountain, the Cave Wall, neatly arranged like rows of wasp nests, huge holes densely packed and overlapping, made one’s skin crawl.

In these holes, ice Coffins emitting a chilling coldness were placed. Through the semi-transparent surface of the Coffins, one could even see the sleeping Corpses inside. They were all the Deputy Leaders of each generation of the Door Organization, the actual rulers of its operations.

Each Deputy Leader had once been an Extreme Fighter Level master, ranked among the top three in the world in their own era. Even in death, just their Corpses still emitted a faint, formidable Aura, a heart-stopping sensation.

Here, there were more than fifty Coffins, more than fifty Corpses.

In the history of the Door Organization, except for those who had died without a whole body, mysteriously disappeared, or from too ancient an era. The rest of the Deputy Leaders’ corpses were all here, making them the best material for the Wraith Resurrection Experiment!

Of course, this did not mean that all fifty-plus Deputy Leaders of the Door Organization could be revived through the Wraith Resurrection Experiment. For example, some Deputy Leaders had suffered too severe injuries before death, their wills collapsed, and their remaining Qi could not be retained. Also, if from an era too distant, even if some Qi remained in the Corpses, blocked by the Ice Coffins, it would still have dissipated clean over the long years. Furthermore, if an Accident occurred in the Wraith of the World of Calamities, even if the experiment succeeded, it could not resonate with the Corpses’ Qi.