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Chapter 1101 - 1101 557 Unavoidable (4000)_2

Chapter 1101: 557 Unavoidable (4000)_2 Chapter 1101: 557 Unavoidable (4000)_2 The punch just now was his doing, he killed nearly a hundred thousand dark creatures with a single blow! And that was after shattering the energy pillar formed by a million-level dark creature conglomerate known as Senairo. It must be known that Casio, in the past, could only achieve such a feat by entering the fusion mode of Southern Dou’s Power. The full burst of Sonic Fang, all the Southern Power roaring out.

Only then could he hope to kill tens of thousands of dark creatures.

Now, at the Tyrant Fist level, a normal punch already compares to the ultimate moves he used before his breakthrough. No, it might even be stronger than the ultimate moves, just a bit more formidable.

What about when he gets serious? Goes all out? Fights desperately?

These are three entirely different levels of exertion and strength.

“Ha…”

Atop the giant tree, Casio slowly exhaled, his heart incomparably at ease. This is Tyrant Fist! This is the legendary realm of the Secret Martial Art that he pursued! Indeed, it’s so powerful that it itches the hands, makes one eager to battle for seven days and nights, to vent out the brutality of power.

He slowly opened his eyes, a hint of fiery heat flickered in his gaze.

Looking down, in the thick blood sea below that continuously bubbled and emitted poison fog, a dense mass of dark creatures roared and charged over in a frenzy.

With the utmost madness, malice, bloodthirstiness!

If at this moment, it were someone else standing at the top of the giant tree, any Secret Martial Arts cultivator from the Real World, they would probably feel a chill in their heart.

Feeling panic, unease, even despair.

As if one is a cornered beast, forced into an impasse.

Below, the fierce wolf pack with their eager eyes and blood-stained teeth. Simply seeing that despairing number is enough to instill fear and trembling.

But now, in Casio’s eyes?

There are no bloodthirsty hungry wolves, no terrifying monsters.

Below are but a cluster of lowly and despicable ants. Their wriggling mass, writhing and weak, nauseating and feeble.

“Heh, I’ll crush you.”

Atop the giant tree, Casio chuckled softly, thumb rolling out.

Instantly, a horrifying aura of Tyrant Fist soared into the night sky like a towering pillar, completely occupying every inch of air and space around. This is Tyrant Fist, an aura unleashed outward, overwhelmingly invincible!

He didn’t even make a move, merely released the aura of the Tyrant Fist level.

At once, the top of the night sky was smashed down by a vast scarlet heavy water ocean. Directly colliding with the thick blood sea on the ground.

Boom!

Endless blood water splashed up, and the earth seemed to flip over. The surface of the mud cracked with terrifying crevices, each several dozens of meters wide, with dark and deep trenches beneath. Some cracks were even over a hundred meters wide, practically forming a canyon.

Body after body of dark creatures mixed with blood tumbled down.

In a blink of an eye, the ant colony was eradicated. Of the horde of a million dark creatures, there were only a handful of survivors left. The rest were smashed to death by the aura Casio released.

Originally, he couldn’t do this just after breaking through to the Tyrant Fist realm. But the breakthrough of the Magic Puppet Secret Martial Arts: Spirit Segment had just increased by ten percent, equivalent to Casio instantly cultivating and soaking in the aura of the Tyrant Fist realm for dozens to hundreds of years. This smash down brought a boundless, surging World of Qi.

Each portion of Qi imbued with the will of Tyrant Fist was unprecedentedly resilient and heavy. Almost like alloy molten iron in its toughness.

Dark creatures below the level of Catastrophe Spirit died upon contact, unable to withstand even a second before being slain by the domineering will within the Qi. Even creatures above the Catastrophe Spirit level weren’t much stronger, they might last a bit longer but would ultimately be erased. At most, those at the Ultimate Disaster Spirit Level could barely escape the ordeal by bursting forth with all their might, burning their power as the price.

But once Casio turned his attention to them, they still couldn’t escape death.

“They’re all just small fries, not even enough for a warm-up…”

Casio shook his head with little interest and quickly turned his gaze towards St. Lun Mountain. There, a massive scarlet hole presented itself.

On the other side of the hole, a familiar, intense aura of disasters transmitted through.

Crack! Crack!

Two large hands suddenly pressed against the left and right sides of the hole, grabbing the heavy rocky mountain. Immediately, as if a terrifying force burst, it caused Saint Lun Mountain to start shaking and tearing apart. The hole expanded bit by bit, and the air of disaster grew thicker and thicker. An endless stream of thick, sticky blood flowed and washed down from within.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the next second, an extremely massive Cyclops pushed its upper body out of the hole, blocking out the Blood Moon in the sky like a layer of clouds.

It was so huge that just its upper body was almost one-quarter the size of Saint Lun Mountain. If its lower body were included, the whole would likely be half the size of Saint Lun Mountain! This was a living creature, a living creature comparing in size to a mountain peak. It was simply the cloud-top giants of myth and legend.

Legend has it that in a mysterious and vast forest, giants often roam. Their footsteps cause earthquakes and startle flying birds. When they appear, their heads cannot be seen, as everything above their shoulders is already among the clouds. Humans can only gaze up at the mountain-like lower halves of their bodies.

“Roar!!!!”

The Cyclops thrust half its body out of the pitch-black hole, then let out a terrifying roar, as if announcing its arrival to the entire real world. The roar continued for three seconds, and the Cyclops’s red single eye atop its head swept over the earth, suddenly spotting a scene of total destruction.

The sea of blood was full of huge cracks and holes, and the millions of the Evil Eye Clan now only amounted to a few cats, big and small, sadly withered.

In an instant, the Cyclops felt boundless fury.

It had intended to completely cross over to this realm while Casio and the energy of the red light column from Senairo were contending, needing to first widen the passage. However, just the work of widening the passage had resulted in the annihilation of the vanguard troops!

“Senairo!”

The Cyclops let out another deafening roar.

Its single eye on the top of its head instantly locked onto Casio. That black silhouette was gracefully drifting above the sea of blood, drawing a straight line as it swooped down.

“Senairo!”

The Cyclops’s two thick arms, like pillars of heaven, raised high, lifting towards the sky. Its fists came together, casting a terrifyingly large silhouette of a shadow. A brute strength so formidable it was beyond belief erupted!

The arms came crashing down fiercely, as if to smash a hole through the ground.

Boom!!!!

A tremendous noise burst forth, sounding like an earthquake.

However, the location of the explosion was not the ground, but the Cyclops itself. As its two huge, pillar-like arms swung down furiously, a silhouette made a move first, landing an ordinary punch with no particular flair.

Thud!!!

The Cyclops exploded, its mountain-like massive upper body flesh flying in all directions, its skeleton disintegrating. Spreading towards every corner, the sky and ground alike, turning into a downpour of flesh.

And amidst this rain of blood, a scarlet silhouette soared high.

Casio sped towards the middle hole of Saint Lun Mountain, his feet planted at the terrifyingly dark edge. His entire being was expressionless, cold as if he were a machine. Directly below Casio’s line of sight, across the enormous hole.

The huge, lower half of a corpse laid upon the earth.

From the cross-section, blood gushed out, forming a river.

The Cyclops was not an Ultimate Dark Entity; it was a more special Ultimate Disaster Spirit Level existence. Like the powerful Totems separated from the Totem King, they were not independent beings, but supported remotely by an original body.

Without a doubt, this weak point of invasion that was truly on par to be Casio’s opponent, was not the swarming ants from before.

It was what lay behind the Cyclops, beyond the passage between the two realms.

King of Senairo!!!

Tap!

A foot in black leather boots stepped onto the edge of the hole.

Casio’s hair and trench coat flailed wildly, his eyes emitting a thick red light.