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Chapter 1150 - 1150 580 Fight to the Death (4300)_3

Chapter 1150: 580 Fight to the Death (4300)_3 Chapter 1150: 580 Fight to the Death (4300)_3 They thought humans were corrupt, backward, and inferior.

As the team leader, Number Seven, naturally, harbored such thoughts as well.

“Although I don’t know why you dare to venture deep into the Anta Mountains, it’s perfect; you come to us as sacrifices for the Blood Sacrifice. This is the only use you ordinary humans have for us New Humans…”

A sinister smile spread across Number Seven’s face, and his aura gradually became more brutal.

Across from him, this group of strong men in tight combat suits seemed utterly unfazed. Instead, they wore expressions of confusion.

“Ordinary people? Why would you think we are ordinary people?!”

Crack, crack, crack… A series of crisp skeletal popping sounds echoed.

The disciples of the Magical Golem Sect were already muscular giants. At this moment, as they slowly twisted their necks, their scorching body temperature radiated, and they swelled at a visibly rapid rate. Skeleton contour, muscle size, height, and shoulder width all expanded significantly, nearly bursting their clothing.

Overflowing muscles, full and hard, throbbed vigorously beneath the skin.

Instantly, a pack of towering men over two meters tall with broad shoulders and thick backs looked down from above at the members of the White Skull Organization, their faces marred by bulging flesh.

A dense oppressive force and the aura of danger enveloped the middle of the valley, causing Number Seven and his squad members to turn pale and their hearts to race.

“Kill them.”

From behind the contour of the disciples of the Magical Golem Sect, a silhouette who had been crouching and studying a device slowly lifted its head and said coldly.

“Yes!” ×n

The strong men responded in unison.

The sound of their voices fully resonated, merging together like a Grand Bell.

The entire valley trembled with the vibration.

Then, before the horrified eyes of the captain, Number Seven, a series of black small human-shaped tanks charged over, kicking up dust as they crushed the earth.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”

At the same time, in another part of the Anta Mountains.

One by one, cries of agony extinguished, leaving only the last one.

A figure with severed hands and feet, bloodied and unrecognizable, wriggled and crawled on the ground like a caterpillar in a desperate struggle. He was the Number Three team leader of the White Skull Organization; at this moment, the blood dripping from him had already obscured his vision. His world was a blurry red.

Number Three could only hear his own heavy breathing and heartbeat.

And the footsteps that were slowly approaching him from the left.

“No, no, no! Spare my life, spare my life, I’m willing to do anything!” Number Three wriggled backward frantically, filled with intense fear as if a demon was drawing near.

“No hands left, no legs either.”

“Tsk, tsk, poor thing…”

“Let me help you end your misery…”

A voice suddenly rang out above Number Three’s head.

A massive shadow fell swiftly, blocking all light.

The same scenario unfolded at various points across the Anta Mountains.

Not only the Magical Golem Sect but other top forces gathered by Black Rain Villa to clear out the lesser soldiers and ants were carrying out similar purges.

Thus, the White Skull Organization and the Blood Sand Organization, despite their sincere collaboration, quick actions, and efficient operations, ended up suffering misfortune. They indeed ran into terrible luck.

Towards evening, in Anta City. In a warehouse at the suburban farm,

The leaders of the White Skull and Blood Sand Organizations, Demon Man and Shark Tooth, had arrived early. They chatted, dreaming of the good times after their plan’s success and the division of spoils that would follow.

However, as they conversed, they both felt that something was amiss.

The agreed-upon time had passed, but none of their subordinates from either force had shown up at the warehouse for the meeting. Could something have prevented them?

Demon Man and Shark Tooth exchanged puzzled looks. Even as the moon rose high in the sky, not a single subordinate had arrived.

Really, it was as if they had seen a ghost!