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Chapter 1160 - 1160 585 Drowning in the Endless Dominant Thoughts

Chapter 1160: 585 Drowning in the Endless Dominant Thoughts (4100) Chapter 1160: 585 Drowning in the Endless Dominant Thoughts (4100) At this moment, incessant raindrops fell on the Eye Demon’s shoulders and the top of his head.

He felt a chill, not brought on by the rainwater, but seeping out from deep within his heart. An icy tide carrying the scent of death swept over his entire body, causing the joints to stiffen and tremble.

The Eye Demon suddenly realized that he was afraid, his body quaking with fear.

He wasn’t afraid of Simonyi, who had obtained terrifying strength, but rather the dreadful nature of that power itself. The mysterious and profound aura circulating within it seemed to interpret the fundamental disparity of life. If he were a piece of rotting wood, then the entity before him was an iron axe, capable of chopping with ease.

Now, the Eye Demon Carlos finally understood what Simonyi had said.

He revered the Demon Figure Gate Master, reverence, reverence, but why such reverence?

It was all for that nearly terrifying strength! It was for the Demon Figure Gate Master’s formidable realm within the Secret Martial Arts! That was all…

Boom!

The entire ground shook violently as the mud pit sunk inch by inch. A silhouette, like a rampaging black tank, dashed out furiously, charging straight at Eye Demon Carlos.

Thump!

A muscular fist imprint smashed down from above, with the contour of the entire fist and arm blurred, and the black spirit at the edge dragging out a thin layer like a veil.

Clang!

The Eye Demon fiercely slashed down with the sharp Cross Sword in his hand, tracing a semi-circular metallic arc. The piercing sound of the blade cutting through the air was like the wail of a ghost.

Ding! Bang!

A figure in a black cloak flew backwards wildly, with what seemed like blood trailing behind the afterimage. Landing heavily with a thud, he staggered back continuously, creating deep holes in the ground with each step, on the verge of shattering his sturdy boots.

The Eye Demon abruptly raised his Cross Sword, only to notice the scratches on it, along with the faint nicks at the edge of the blade. Something had felt wrong with his slash just now; as it entered the black spirit, it was like cutting through dense, sandy water. The robust strength behind his swing nearly dissipated, ineffective in inflicting any real damage.

Not only that, but when the Eye Demon drew his sword for defense, his movements were also significantly hindered, so much so that he failed to block Simonyi’s punch.

At his chest, a dark purple fist imprint was already branded on the surface of his skin. The front and back of his black cloak now bore two broken holes.

“I will leave your corpse intact, Eye Demon!”

Abruptly, a rapidly approaching voice exploded beside his ear.

The Eye Demon Carlos’s Mind’s Eye suddenly saw Simonyi, wrapped in black airflow, had at some point closed to within three meters beside him. His robust body leaned forward aggressively, his head slightly lifted, his eyes burning with a ferocity and Killing Intent as intense as flames. His expanding arms were spread, with the thick muscles on his wrists twisting and tensing like a coiled green-black python striking!

“It’s too late!”

The Eye Demon’s heart raced, all the hot blood in his body rushing into his arms, his palm, covered in blue veins, swung the sword fiercely, creating a circular arc of slashes.

But faced with this rushed attempt at repelling the attack, Simonyi merely punched once! With a clang, the Cross Sword vibrated helplessly and could no longer slash. Simonyi’s second punch was already bearing down, his arm enveloped in a spirit that burned like flame.

“No!!!” The Eye Demon felt a shadow of death envelop him.

Boom!!!

From the left, a swiftly moving silhouette charged in suddenly. Like a falling meteor, it struck Simonyi, sending him flying away.

The terrifying Air Wave exploded, and the silhouette of an elderly man with a robust body gradually appeared. His muscles were as hard and full as Armor, his white hair standing on end like steel needles, exuding sharpness and a fighting spirit. Commanding presence without anger.

“In the Demon Figure Gate, other than the Demon Figure Gate Master, to think there exists a master like you,” Shadow Crane slowly opened his Fists, pinching his fingers into a crane’s beak.

“Then let’s get a good taste of my Shadow Crane assassination fist…”

“Eye Demon, you get out of here, leave this to me.”

“Eye Demon?”

“Eye…”

Shadow Crane suddenly turned his head, looking towards the Eye Demon who still stood nearby.

“I am sorry, you are one step too late. He is already dead…”

Simonyi slowly turned around, looking towards the Eye Demon as well.

Under the endless rainy curtain, atop the dim earth.

Eye Demon Carlos stood with one hand on the sword, the tip resting askew on the ground. His five fingers tightly gripped it, veins bulging. His entire standing posture was still strong and tense, as if he might explode into a killing spree the next second. However, there was a jet-black Hole straight through the heart in the chest area.

Behind the Eye Demon’s body in mid-air, there was a faintly visible pale red Tunnel, extending over ten meters. It was the shredded heart and a mass of viscous blood violently ejected in an instant by a tremendous force.

The faint Black Rain couldn’t wash it away any time soon.

“Eye Demon…” Shadow Crane’s eyes went wide, almost unable to believe what he was seeing. Eye Demon Carlos, ranked third among the five Kings, wasn’t far behind the number two, Black Mask, in Strength. Even if the Eye Demon, without his preferred weapon, the Spiral Eyed Sword, saw a decline in his overall combat ability, he was still at least on the level of a top Fighter. He shouldn’t have been so easy to kill.

Shadow Crane himself would have to expend considerable effort if he struck with all his might.

Yet Simonyi had done it, right in front of Shadow Crane, he had killed Eye Demon Carlos! And Shadow Crane hadn’t noticed right away.

“You!”

Shadow Crane suddenly turned his head, his fierce Aura gathering between his brows.

Simonyi stood amidst the black steam, his combat suit from the Magical Golem Sect slightly swollen, seemingly still calm. But in reality, beneath the combat suit, his robust and tall body was riddled with dense cracks, red blood trickling from the edges.