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Chapter 1077 - 1077 467 The Colossal Armor Humanoid Like a Mountain

Chapter 1077: 467 The Colossal Armor Humanoid Like a Mountain (5200) Chapter 1077: 467 The Colossal Armor Humanoid Like a Mountain (5200) The Demon Seed was Casio’s gift to the members of the Demon Idol Sect.

Many Secret Martial Art hobbyists wished to join the Demon Idol Sect, and one of the reasons was the Demon Seed. The Demon Seed was touted as a cultivation accelerator, capable of rapidly enhancing one’s physical body and laying a solid foundation. Moreover, the Demon Seed had subsequent capabilities of Qi burst and totem evolution, serving as a combat hidden card and method. Having a Demon Seed could greatly strengthen one’s own power.

Not to mention that cultivating with the help of a Demon Seed also had an addictive effect progressively.

This time, the elites dispatched by Casio from the Demon Figure Gate Headquarters all had Demon Seeds within their bodies. After Blood Demon Diaz had annihilated a school within the Gafa Kingdom, he chose to indulge in gluttony and drunkenness. Using the new abilities he gained from necromancy, he absorbed the strength and Qi from corpses.

Naturally, he also absorbed the Demon Seeds within the bodies of the Magic Idol Clan members. And such an act was considered utterly stupid.

After all, the Demon Seed had a positioning sensing effect!

Even when Casio wasn’t as powerful as he was now, he could vaguely sense someone’s direction through the Demon Seed. Now, he had elevated the Magic Puppet Secret Weapon to the full extent of the Qi Chapter, making the sensing effect even more powerful and exaggerated. And Blood Demon Diaz had just swallowed fifteen Demon Seeds. The positioning signals overlapped, amplified to the point where it was like a shining light source.

Wasn’t this blatantly appearing before Casio, actively courting death?

“No matter who you are, or from which forces you hail. Dare to harm my Magic Idol Clan members, heh. Next, you’ll die as motionless as a scarecrow,” a dark silhouette glided up, instantly leaping over the lush trees, and flashed toward the distant horizon.

Chirp!

A crisp water bird call gradually faded, elongating in the distance.

At the original spot, beside the wreckage of the horse carriage, Otto slowly straightened up.

His spine crackled as he exhaled a breath of hot air. Looking up in the direction where Casio vanished, he adjusted the lower end of his gold-rimmed glasses, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, “The Sect Master actually took action personally.”

“Since the debate over boxing with the Boxing Master Holy Snake Maia of the Lanjia Way in the Star Blue Empire at Heart of Lake Island, it’s been over a year since the Sect Master secluded himself. Even when he emerged from seclusion, he remained as elusive as a dragon seen only in glimpses, with no one witnessing the Sect Master taking action again. And now, that unknown mysterious enemy actually drew the Sect Master to take action personally. Heh, they should feel honored! Sadly, the Sect Master moves too fast for me to follow. Missing an opportunity to observe, I feel a bit of regret…”

While stroking his own smooth hair back and revealing a clean forehead, Otto mumbled to himself, seemingly talking either to himself or to several subordinates who were just waking up from unconsciousness beside him.

An hour passed, in the Gafa Kingdom, Nanfei City.

All four intersections, front, back, left, and right, were currently overflowing with residents running out, with their families in tow, in extreme disarray. The screams of women, the cries of children, and the wails of the elderly overlapped one another.

Boom! An explosion came from within the city. A building was lifted into mid-air by ferocious power, then fell heavily, turning into a pile of gravel and rubble.

The residents of Nanfei City became even more panicked, clustering together like a dense school of sardines, fleeing with all their might. This included the soldiers who had been defending the city, their uniforms crumpled and disheveled, clearly in a state of abandonment. Fear and dread were written all over their faces.

It wasn’t that these soldiers lacked the will to fight, but the clash that had occurred in the southern part of the city was beyond the natural realm, something ordinary humans could not approach or withstand. The commotions were comparable to the explosions of gunpowder.

Only those seeking death would head towards the south of the city.

At this very moment, at the southern part of Nanfei City, the Quicksand Fist’s base.

Among the buildings with spired domes, broad white stone pathways led to a combat plaza. At the plaza, one-sided slaughter was underway, growing more and more intense. In the center, a figure clad in a dark scarlet robe stood silently, his aura more dangerous than the most ferocious beast by several times. His cold eyes watched the figures rushing in from all directions, filled with contempt.

Too weak, too frail, so much so that he couldn’t muster the interest to hunt or feed. This school didn’t even have one Fighter of distinction.

Although Blood Demon enjoyed the massacre, he still felt bored.

“A bunch of small fry like this, no matter how numerous, what can they do? Even the strongest sheep is not the match for a tiger. Not to mention that these people hardly qualify as sheep, they’re at best ants, ants that can be squished dead with just two fingers,” Blood Demon Diaz shook his head, slowly raising his right hand and gesturing, “Then I’ll use the strength of two fingers… to crush you all to death…”

Crack.

He took a step forward, and suddenly the combat plaza began to vibrate. The cracks between the stone slabs burst open, and scarlet blood plasma surged out. The blood plasma rushed violently, solidifying into strands resembling spider webs, vibrating slightly in the air.

As Blood Demon Diaz beckoned with a casual gesture, countless strands of blood threaded towards him, turning into a series of slender afterimages. Diaz extended his right hand slowly, forming a fist. The blood strands from all directions twisted and coalesced, startlingly forming a fist guard on his right hand.