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Chapter 1247 - 1247 624 Let me lend you a hand Blood Vulture

Chapter 1247: 624 Let me lend you a hand, Blood Vulture! (4000)_2 Chapter 1247: 624 Let me lend you a hand, Blood Vulture! (4000)_2 With a thud, the shield floated silently in front of the Totem King to his left.

Ancient and mysterious patterns spread across the surface of the shield.

“Power of Bronze, Silver Power, Golden Power…”

“Totem Three Forces, the three great powers that make up the origin of all strength.”

“And these three powers are all under my control! I can release or retract them at will, as flexibly and adeptly as limbs. This is the true foundation of my power—indestructible and impossible to steal. Blood Vulture, even if you tear apart my Netherworld Dragon King Totem, so what? It was just a Final Totem, a plaything I’ve now gifted to you. The balance has been completely shattered now. Your turn is over… It is now my turn!”

Totem King Casaleis’s will surged with what seemed like excitement. It understood that Blood Vulture’s explosive burst that tore apart one of its ultimate totems was not a bad thing. Instead, it signified that the life-and-death battle between them had truly begun, with no turning back until one side was utterly destroyed.

Now, its power had the upper hand, and the chances of winning were high!

“Finally, the Saint Fist of the Southern Dipper lineage is about to fall by my hand, Totem King Casaleis! Unprecedented and unique throughout the ages, hahaha…”

As the will of the Totem King rose, a brilliantly incandescent Golden World Tree grew and blossomed behind it, majestically piercing the cloud layer!

“Hahaha… Huh!?”

The Totem King’s power was fully unleashed from its body; the Bronze Silver Gold Tri-force stimulated, causing its aura and perception to rapidly expand. Consequently, the Totem King immediately sensed a figure, clad in a silver-white armor, leaping towards it from afar, getting faster and faster!

“That is…”

The Totem King’s aura faltered, feeling that something was amiss.

Two seconds later, the runes all over its body lit up instantaneously, like countless electric lamps. The Totem King’s will churned wildly.

“Southern Dipper Vein!!!”

“Impossible! This aura is neither that of the fallen White Bird Sacred Fist nor that entangled by Umir in a Sonic Snake Extreme Fist! This is… a newly risen Southern Dou Holy Fist! When did a Southern Dipper Practitioner achieve the Saint Fist and accumulate so much power!”

The Totem King was profoundly shocked by the approaching silhouette, a Southern Dou Holy Fist, and moreover, one who had been cultivating for a long time.

It seemed to have the capability to impact the ongoing battle between it and Blood Vulture.

The Bronze Stone Idol Ghost’s head fixated on Blood Vulture Dominant Fist, with dazzling silver-white light in its eyes, fiercely spouting, “You suddenly unleashed your full strength just now because you sensed reinforcements coming! You took advantage of my ignorance, striking in an instant, destroying one of my ultimate totems, sapping my combat strength. Then, just now, you led me to believe I could settle the victory once and for all, prompting me to erupt with the Totem Three Forces, forcing me into combat!”

Just like the Blood Vulture Dominant Fist, an explosive burst of strength meant the balance was shattered, and the final stage of the battle was about to truly begin. The same was true for its opponent, Totem King Casaleis. Once they went all out, their powers would become entangled, compelling them to continue fighting until victory and life or death were decided. This was a bizarre tangle that had formed over ten thousand years of their constant collision and intermingling of auras and strengths.

Totem King and Blood Vulture Dominant Fist could no longer separate easily; retreating was not an option. Instead, beginning the ultimate frenzied battle between them was quite straightforward—as was happening now, with both sides beginning to unleash their full strength, all origins and powers were bound to clash fiercely till the end!

At this moment, neither side could back out if they wanted to…

“Well done, Blood Vulture, a straightforward and overt stratagem…”

“But can the difference built up between you and me over ten thousand years really be made up by a new generation of Southern Dou Holy Fist!?” The Totem King released a terrifying aura, the air began to burn, the earth froze over continuously, and the surrounding environment underwent all sorts of bizarre and absurd changes.

Visible to the naked eye, the surfaces of the jet-black mountains and rivers had unknowingly grown dense totemic patterns, spreading and climbing like tree roots. Eventually, they formed the ferocious face of the Totem King’s gargoyle. Then came the massive body and limb joints.

“Everything in the world, earth, fire, wind, water, can all be transformed into runes and totems! Ordinary dark creatures can, and naturally the Ultimate Dark Entity can too. Including myself, I can also become a totem… My power has imbued this land, naturally it can manifest countless incarnations of me…”

“This is the power of creation, my original totem, the Giant Statue of jet-black mountains and rivers!”

Rumbling, the ground shook as if a magnitude ten earthquake had descended.

Under the dim daylight, amongst the black mountain range, giants stood up one after another. With heavy footsteps, each step thundered, and the ground violently caved in. These giant statues, similar in appearance to the Totem King, were made up of mountains, immensely heavy and huge. They were inanimate objects imbued with the totemic power and the essence of life of Totem King Casaleis!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, the stone statues of the Totem King charged at Casio, brutal and unreasonable. They were relying on sheer force, body collisions without care for consequences! Huge silhouettes loomed over, their massive contours blocking out the daylight, trapping the silver-white silhouette that was darting in, tightly surrounded at the very center.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Arm-like pillars came pounding down, parts of the mountain, how massive and heavy were they? The mere natural impact was enough to crack the earth open, with magma gushing out from the fissures.

Mid-air, Casio looked up to the sky, his view completely blocked by these stone arms, leaving only tiny dark cracks. The roar of the earth’s shaking rang in his ears, the screeching gale hit his face, and dozens of rock arms pressed down, like spears piercing through the heavens and the earth!

“Want to crush me with force? Ridiculous!!!”

A huge Shadow Demon suddenly expanded wildly through the gaps in the cage formed by the mountainous stone statues. It launched a fist towards the sky, meeting dozens of stone arms, each representing the terrifying weight of a mountain peak! Bang! The silver-armored fist broke free, and in the midst of a howling debris storm, it pierced straight through, shattering the cloud layer on its path!

“Get lost!”

The Demon Colossus stomped its feet on the ground, its body shaking with brute force. The surrounding dozen or so charging giant statues were thrown out like scattered petals, crashing in all directions, creating destructively loud noises. The Demon Idol looking up at the sky slowly bowed its head, a terrifying red light shining beneath the metal mask, calmly and coldly watching the oncoming horde of giant statues.

“Who is the god of giant statues? Who is the king of strength?”

“You impure things, cobbled together by the Totem Power, disgust me! All of you, all of you, be destroyed…”

“Under my Iron Fist…”

The Demon Idol adorned in exquisite and fierce silver-white armor suddenly stepped forward! A cloak seemingly made of black magic flame formed on its shoulders, its heavy hem sweeping across the ground!

Bang!!!

The speed of the Demon Idol was unbelievably fast, more than ten times faster than the surrounding jet-black mountainous giant statues, showing none of the clumsiness expected of such massive beings. It seemed to take just one step forward and then appeared right in front of a distant giant statue. The steel arm shot out, piercing directly through the heart of the Totem King’s stone statue. As debris spouted, it pulled laterally and with a hard snip. The upper half of the statue slid off, shattering into pieces on the ground.

Boom boom boom boom…

The Demon Idol charged ahead like a super heavy-duty bulldozer, wielding a giant metal bucket, brutally flattening a street’s worth of buildings! Any jet-black mountainous giant statue daring to collide was blasted into pieces from the brutal onslaught, unable to halt Casio’s accelerating forward movement!

“Let me lend you a hand, Blood Vulture!!!”