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Chapter 325 - 325 197 Deviation (4500)_2

Chapter 325: 197 Deviation (4500)_2 Chapter 325: 197 Deviation (4500)_2 Both wizards entered the Totem Burst State simultaneously, much like when Li Wei activated the muscles in his back using the Phoenix Totem.

“It’s a shame Li Wei hasn’t cultivated Hard Qigong… else I wouldn’t need to use the Phoenix Totem again.” Casio’s eyes narrowed in anticipation. For caution’s sake, he had to resort to the forbidden technique once more.

As for the side effects, he could worry about those once he’d dealt with these two wizards.

The whirring sound echoed…

“Boiling Phoenix Blood!” Casio’s back suddenly swelled.

From the seams of his distinctly outlined muscles, strands of red lines spread intertwined and eventually formed a glowing Phoenix pattern. In an instant, all the muscles in his back turned red-hot.

White steam began to dissipate from the surface of his skin.

The already robust muscles rapidly tensed up, as if invigorated, becoming even more powerful. Tiny muscle fibers danced and swirled within the crevices of his prominent veins.

A surge of immense force swept from his back to his fists.

Casio, having gained strength from the accelerated blood flow twice, felt a captivating sensation. “This feeling… it’s addictive…”

“Wind Elephant Fist, Wind Elephant Torrent, Elephant Roaring Sound!” He opened his hands and simultaneously launched the intensely powerful Swing Punch and high-speed Straight Fist. Casio’s explosive force was split in two.

Boom!!!

The released airflow rolled like a dust-filled wave.

In just a moment, it engulfed half the street.

Small rubble flew out from the center of the collision.

The whirring sound continued…

The whole skeleton of the car echoed with a trembling sound.

The midsection of the car indented deeply from Casio’s impact.

Various small parts and glass pieces clattered to the ground.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

He coughed as both his hands propped up on the metal. His boots stepped back onto the ground, crunching against the glass underneath.

Casio was injured, and severely. His left fist was torn open, bleeding profusely, and his entire arm carried a burnt black hue.

On his chest, a massive injury stretched diagonally across his body. At the wound’s opening, the skin and flesh had become a bloody mess.

On his back, the gaps within the muscle strands had ruptured, allowing streaks of blood to drip down.

The blood splattered onto the ground.

Casio’s injuries were severe, but his enemies were even worse off.

Ten meters away, a silhouette lay on the ground, quivering as they tried to get up. However, their left hand, along with the shield they held, was crushed from the collision, their shoulder included.

Blood dripped down heavily, forming a puddle on the ground.

Several meters away, a spear-wielding figure knelt halfway on the ground.

Viscous blood continuously flowed from their mouth and chest.

The wolf’s eyes were red as they looked toward Casio in the distance. Their lips moved as if they wanted to say something, but they fell the next second.

With a thud, the figure collapsed, face down onto the ground.

From the top down view, there was a big hole running through the wolf’s chest. Among the torn flesh and internal organs, half of the heart was visibly destroyed—a situation even divine intervention could not save.

“Wolf!”

The owl, lying on the ground, screamed in disbelief.

But the corpse on the ground could no longer reply.

The sound of footsteps gradually moved closer…

Casio, with cold-blooded killing intent in his eyes, left bloody footprints at every step he took.

“I told you, this time it’s your turn to run…”

“You’ve been chasing me for half a month; it’s only right you repay that with your lives.”

He swiftly moved towards the owl, who was trying to struggle and stand.

Bang!

A shadow flashed before his eyes. Casio felt an intense pain in his chest. When he came to, he was flying backwards through the air, his surroundings blurring at rapid speed.

He crashed into a wall.

Demolishing it completely.

By the time Casio stood up again, a man dressed in black had appeared in the middle of the street.

The man looked over at him with wicked eyes, locking gazes with Casio.

Boom!

The surroundings appeared to halt momentarily. In his daze, it was as if a giant phantasm of a black bat was closing in. Its mouth, almost half the size of a human, revealing sharp tusks, as it spread out to engulf everything.

Casio fell into a rigid state, but due to previous similar experiences, he quickly recovered from the shock.

“High Order Blood Clan!!!”

“Oh? Unexpected that you’d recover from the mental shock so quickly…”

In the middle of the road, a pale-faced man interestingly looked at Casio. “Your willpower is impressive. Allow me to introduce myself…”

“Andrew… they all call me Count Andrew…”

He appeared quite gentlemanly as he removed his hat, and bending at the waist, with his right hand across his abdomen, he bowed ceremoniously.

Afterward, Count Andrew looked at the gravely injured owl on the ground and the lifeless wolf collapsed on the floor and shook his head. “What a pity, Robert told me too late…”

He turned his gaze back to Casio: “It seems I’ll have to capture you alive and hand you over to those annoying wizards.”

Whoosh!

Casio’s pupils contracted. A figure dispensing an ancient, decayed aroma had already appeared before him. A white palm pressed down, inflating and transforming in midair.

When it hit him, the claws were as big as half of a human torso and were covered in a layer of red mane.

Bang!

The claws swiftly pressed onto Casio’s raised hands.

He was sent flying backward like a truck had hit him, passing two black streetlights on either side.

Sharp pain radiated from Casio’s left hand. The rattling sound indicated a probable broken bone, intense tearing pain surging through his muscles.