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Chapter 1078 - 1078 467 Colossal Mountain-like Armor Humanoid

Chapter 1078: 467 Colossal Mountain-like Armor Humanoid (5200)_2 Chapter 1078: 467 Colossal Mountain-like Armor Humanoid (5200)_2 The palm of the Fist Guards featured an enlarged blood-red eye, its pupil still swiveling around. The back of the hand displayed a large mouth bristling with tusks.

From within the mouth, countless threads of blood burst forth, covering every corner of the plaza and also draping over the silhouettes of several Quicksand Fist disciples.

“Oh, how I’ve missed this, ‘Blood Strings.’ How long has it been since I last used this move?”

“It seems like I haven’t used it ever since I became famous. Hehe…”

“But it’s more than enough to kill all of you.”

Blood Demon Diaz’s lips slightly curled up, his eyes seemingly filled with a mix of nostalgia and contemplation. He flicked the index finger of his right hand, which was sheathed in the Fist Guards!

Buzz!!!

In front, a quarter-section of the area. All the dense blood threads began vibrating rapidly, emitting a terrifying buzzing sound.

“Ah!!!” “Boom, boom, boom…”

Eerie screams rang out. Dozens of Quicksand Fist disciples were shattered on the spot by the horrific vibrations of the blood threads, their fluids and blood mingling into an expanding pale-red mist. Bones clattered as they fell.

“Front, back, left, right.”

Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, little finger. Blood Demon Diaz’s right hand flicked successively four times, causing the entire plaza to start vibrating, splitting the hard stone tablets into pieces. Many more Quicksand Fist disciples’ bodies exploded, turning into a sky full of blood mist and a ground covered in blood, a sight of extreme misery.

“I’m kind of falling in love with this feeling.”

His eyelids lowered, a smile on his lips, he snapped his right hand.

Instantly, all the blood gathered at the plaza, forming a massive vortex. The dark red cloak on Blood Demon Diaz grew deeper in color, gradually shifting towards a blackish-red tint.

Tap, tap, tap… tap, tap, tap…

Outside the plaza, a series of rhythmic footsteps suddenly echoed from afar.

Dull but powerful, clearly not from ordinary humans.

Diaz raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. He slowly turned around in the middle of the plaza, looking towards the wide intersection. There, a series of silhouettes emitting powerful auras marched over with large strides.

They were burly, their gazes cold, dressed in tight black combat suits. Faintly visible were the totems emerging on the skin beneath their attire.

Under the sunlight, on the right shoulder of their combat suit was a distinct fist logo covered with a steel armor. This represented the Magical Golem Sect and also implied the martial spirit of the sect: Fist of the Overlord.

“Interesting, do you all think this school is only enough to stick in my teeth? So you willingly offer yourselves as appetizers, letting me whet my appetite?” Diaz spread his fingers, allowing the slender blood threads that formed the gloves to dissipate and revert back to scarlet blood and fall.

He remained standing there, but countless shadows of dark red beneath his feet kept spreading, resembling the sinister tentacles of an octopus. They rapidly spread and covered through the gaps between stone tablets and in the mud.

If one were to look down from the sky, they would see a bud composed of overlapping petals blossoming, displaying a bizarrely dark beauty.

Swoosh! Boom!

In mid-air, two silhouettes suddenly descended from the sky, plummeting rapidly.

They landed on their feet, unbelievably light.

The one on the left was a man with a face of yin and yang, dressed in a wide cloak similar to a night bat. The visible parts of his body, hidden in the folds of his attire, were startlingly made of blood mist and liquid, creating an outline.

He appeared both illusory and real, shrouded in mystery.

The one on the right was a seductive woman wearing a white lace hat.

The hat covered most of her face, only revealing enchanting and dangerous full red lips. She was dressed in a gothic attire, with cascading fringes and ruffles enveloping her serpent-like sexy body.

“Finally cornered you, zombie face.”

The woman in the white hat spoke, her voice naturally carrying a magnetic allure.

“Zombie face?” Diaz’s expression didn’t change as he slightly lowered his head to look at the ground; the blood on the plaza gathered together as smooth as a mirror. Reflected within was a pale face with pronounced features that were slowly becoming exaggerated, turning fiercer and more ferocious, a look that would instinctively frighten humans.

After the successful Necromancy Ceremony, Blood Demon Diaz began gorging in the Gafa Kingdom’s Secret Martial Arts World. In a short time, this body seemed to be influenced by an unknown power, initiating a bizarre evolution.

However, Diaz himself couldn’t see what was happening, nor feel anything amiss. He only felt that his current state was better than before, his body and mind never having been so clear and lucid. Now, looking at his own face, he felt it was quite handsome, much more so than before his resurrection. Nothing like the “zombie face” this woman was describing.

“Utter nonsense, your aesthetics are as flawed as your brain…”

Blood Demon Diaz raised his head, his voice cold. He watched the man and woman not far away, his desire to feast rising immensely.

This subtly revealed powerful aura was enough for a main course. Unexpectedly, even the Secret Martial Arts World of Gafa Kingdom had such experts.

“No matter who you are or which school you come from. Since you’ve come to my doorstep, you’re now my prey, a meal on my plate…”

Diaz revealed a grim smile, his sharp teeth resembling tusks.

“Now, it’s time to dine!”