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Chapter 1245 - 1245 623 Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle

Chapter 1245: 623 Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle! (4400)_3 Chapter 1245: 623 Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle Battle! (4400)_3 “If you dare come, I dare use it. I will never retreat, never waver.”

Opposite the giant bronze gargoyle, an old man sat cross-legged like a mummy, motionless. Sixty-six red stars twinkled and flickered around his body. A rich crimson was writhing, ready to transform into the form of a raptor.

Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle…

If one looked down from high above, one would see the earth divided into two colliding massive currents. One side was a dense, churning sea of black totems, while the other resembled a flood of magma-colored Deathfang Power, decomposing everything.

It could be seen that the advantage lay with the Black Totem, covering about seventy percent of the earth, while the Deathfang Power was confined to the final thirty percent.

Even as time went on, it seemed that thirty percent could no longer be held.

“If that’s the case, then… let’s try it!”

The Totem King felt the will of the Blood Vulture Dominant Fist to never give in. It understood that only by completely obliterating the man before it could it rid itself of his entanglement. It was time to put an end to this boundless stand-off!

“Silver Power!!!”

A deafening roar echoed throughout the world.

Whether on the Totem King’s body or across the vast ground, dense totem patterns emitted a silver sheen at that moment. The entire gloomy sky and earth seemed to turn into broad daylight, like a star bursting forth.

“Ultimate Totem, Ming Realm Dragon King!”

Cassius’s wings at his back suddenly unfurled and then vibrated with exaggerated intensity. In the next second, a terrifying giant dragon, nearly as large as his figure, soared into the sky, shattering the thick black cloud layer. This was the totem known as the Ming Realm Dragon King, now boosted with Silver Power!

In almost two or three breaths’ time, the ferocious giant dragon was dyed silvery white, with its tusks, wings, and claws all turning into the metallic color of absolute sharpness. It shot straight up into the firmament, then accelerated in its fall!

In the blink of an eye, a silver-white meteor, dragging a golden red trail of fearsome flame, shot straight towards the silent old man, who was like a sculpture.

“South Dipper Red Vulture.”

“Claws, Scales…”

There were no fancy moves, only the simplest and most pristine two words, which were also the most accurate description of claws and scales.

So, beneath the earth, a raptor’s gigantic claw rose to the sky, its terrifying contour as if it could catch a star.

On the surface of the giant claw, overlapping scales appeared, thick as an armor shield.

The power of the Blood Vulture Dominant Fist was silent yet strong, like its master. The claw of the Blood Vulture shot straight into the sky, colliding with the Ming Realm Dragon King.

“Still conserving power? You surely know this claw cannot stop my Final Totem! Do you still want to save the strength for a suicidal strike? Blood Vulture, your posture of being hit like a wooden person right now can hardly be considered the unrestrained Dominant Fist…”

“Ha ha ha ha ha…”

The Totem King’s will vibrated with laughter, and the Ming Realm Dragon King, empowered by Silver Power, accelerated its descent. Just as the two were about to collide, the motionless body of the Blood Vulture Dominant Fist, akin to a mummy, suddenly raised its head. From within the messy hair like weeds, a pair of sharp eyes lit up.

“A variable has occurred!”

An absolutely domineering gaze penetrated distance and obstacles, suddenly locking onto an approaching black silhouette, the pupils constricted.

“Hm!? You?”

The Totem King was taken aback because the soaring claw of the Blood Vulture suddenly expanded to two or three times its original size. With a violent clawing motion, it tore off one wing of the Silver Power-imbued Ming Realm Dragon King!

On the ground, that half-dead figure, standing up at some unknown time, looked weak and frail but had an air of standing tall and holding up the sky. That unsurpassed tyrannical aura, never before revealed in these ten thousand years, burst forth at this moment like an accumulating flood, the unrestrained power causing the air to twist violently.

The Blood Vulture Dominant Fist of old seemed to have briefly returned at this moment!

“Cassius, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!!!”