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Chapter 511 - 511 283 Enjoy a Suck (4000)_2

Chapter 511: 283 Enjoy a Suck (4000)_2 Chapter 511: 283 Enjoy a Suck (4000)_2 “The damage we inflicted was healed in an instant…”

Auro shook his broken left hand and said, “Just like the deputy chairman of the Blood Spirit Association we encountered that night, they possess powerful immortality.”

“Damn! This is problematic!” Tom suppressed the turmoil in his blood and essence.

The secret martial art was activated, quickly restoring his strength.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Suddenly, the sound of rocket grenades being launched into the air was heard.

One after another, they traced a red arc in the sky, leaving a trail of flame, finally slamming violently onto the blood pool.

The bombastic explosions roared like a thunderstorm. Flames swirled and expanded, causing a large amount of blood to evaporate. The hot air that was blown away was extremely unpleasant. It smelled of burning fresh blood and was mixed with the heavy smell of gunpowder.

With seven or eight rocket grenades bombing in succession, even a house would be demolished. But when the smoke cleared, what emerged were two gigantic armored arms held tightly together, providing a shield for the body. Severe burn marks were visible on them; almost half of the flesh and blood were disrupted, and the surface of the armor showed traces like spider webs.

Lian spread his hands, revealing a head that resembled a serpent-belly style helmet. The crown of his head was twisted together like a crown of bone. He let his arms fall, plunging them forcefully into the blood pool. In a split moment, by the time he raised his arms,

They had miraculously healed completely, as shiny as new.

“This is absurd!” Tom cursed.

Even the Ghost Knife Garoro and the Purple General, despite their joint efforts, had to pay a price when facing the bombardment of rocket grenades. Lian, who was temporarily immobile, took all the hits and recovered completely in just one second,

“Can’t we even stop it?” Auro felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

He had a very bad premonition.

Bang!

A purple silhouette was blasted past them.

His feet plowed through the ground, grinding and sliding harshly for a distance of more than twenty meters. He staggered to a stop and kneeled down on one knee. Blood fell from his skull, trickling over his knee.

The Purple General had several injuries and was no longer lightly wounded. Casio Amos didn’t give him a moment to breathe; the Purple General was struggling to counterattack, the Ring of the Earth almost broken.

The power he was so proud of was shattered and suppressed by Casio.

That’s why the fight was so difficult.

On the other side, Tom Oro once again issued an order. The final batch of rocket launchers fired, pounding the blood pool.

Smack.

A hand rested on Auro’s shoulder, and a voice sounded,

“It’s no use. The immortality of dark creatures makes them resistant to common physical damage, especially high-level dark creatures. Only special powers can disrupt this balance of immortality. Otherwise, it’s all futile.”

Behind Auro, a blonde youth approached. Beside him, the Young Reaper, with threads whirling around his shoulder.

“Switch. You guys deal with that one. Amos and I will handle the chairman of the Blood Spirit Association.” Casio stared at Tom and Auro as he said this, an air of utter certainty about him that mysteriously carried a sense of issuing orders.

“Alright.”

Tom immediately responded, void of any feelings of being looked down upon. He knew Casio was right; they couldn’t handle the chairman of the Blood Spirit Association, but the near critically injured Purple General on the other hand was a different story. Although he was strong, if Tom and Auro joined forces, he would be easier to handle.

They turned their gazes towards the distance.

At the edge of the plaza, among wall and building debris, silhouettes of the God-given Fiend Liu Sui and the Ghost Knife Garoro were faintly visible, only occasionally noticing the flash of a blade or the shadow of a destructive punch.

Near the ruins of the Antique Exhibition building, a blue figure entwined in frost tangled with a black figure, like a shadow.

The movements of these speed-type warriors were exceptionally fast, barely registering on the retina in the sunlight. By the time one looks again, they have already appeared dozens of meters away on another side.

Both sides appeared to be in a deadlock, and the key to breaking the stalemate still rested on his side. Tom immediately said, “Do you need the firepower support from my Yun Quan Fist disciple? We still have some bombs…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted.

“No need.”

Casio flippantly left behind a sentence and headed toward the direction of the Blood Spirit Association’s chairman in his transformed armored giant form. Tom naturally turned his head, and together with Auro beside him, they cast their eyes on the nearby Purple General. They accelerated in silence, their footsteps leaping toward him.

Thud.

The tip of the foot lightly touched the ground, causing a slab of marble floor to suddenly be swept up by an explosive imbalance of power, scattering mud in all directions.

Casio had blurred into a black line.

On the right side, Amos followed closely.

“Amos, do you know the characteristics of parasitic dark creatures?” Casio suddenly asked Amos while they were swiftly moving.

“Huh?” Amos was somewhat taken aback by the unexpected question, but instinctively answered: “They depend on life absorption, coexist with the human body, and are weak when separated from the host.”

“That’s right.”

He suddenly tore off his clothes and broke into a wildly enthusiastic grin.

“I’m going to take a bath!”

With that, a dense black light erupted all over Casio’s body. Billowing steam exploded and rose into the air from behind his body, vaguely forming a towering and eerie figure.

Inverted triangular broad dorsal armor, a spine bristling with thick spikes, a tail growing from the backbone. Legs as robust as tree stumps, three massive toes like an ostrich, muscles draped like a mountain in heavy armor. A giant statue exuding demonic Qi!

Hum!

The illusion trembled and instantly receded back into Casio’s body. It was just like a giant idol, over four meters high, whose massive size contracted abruptly and overlaid itself onto Casio’s frail body.

Crack, crack….

His entire body was making sounds of bones breaking. Muscles writhing into hills, veins coiling up like small snakes, and arms unfolding like armor. Every movement exuded a formidable momentum.

Within an instant, Casio had entered his demonic idol state, and in the next instant, entered the three-segment Breathless Continuous Strikes. His nearly two-meter tall figure, with more than half of his face covered in bulging veins, resembled both earthworms and tree branches.

He pushed against the ground impressively as a crane would, and a formidable force exploded beneath his feet. The ground silently cracked. Bang! As the dull sound of an explosion rang out, a crack extended over ten meters. Utilizing this sudden burst of force, Demon Idol Casio accelerated once more, in his stage two propulsion.

In that moment, he was like a tank running at sports car speeds!

He forced his way into the blood pool where Lian was present.

An ox plowing the field, a python splitting the sea!

Casio plunged into the pool, hitting the near four-meter tall armored figure with the force of a shell. The erupting pillars of blood burst into the air with a loud boom, reaching dozens of meters in height before dissipating into a misty rain.

The massive commotion could be heard almost half a block away. Those fighting on the edge of the square had to cover their ears.

Even worse, some had their heads buzzing from the shock, giving their opponents, who were in better conditions, the opportunity to take advantage and land serious blows.

In the fiercely churning blood pool, the armored giant originally located in the middle was violently blasted to the side. Casio took his place, boldly occupying the other side, his robust body wrapped in dead blood. He spread his arms wide, exposing his broad chest.

Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum…

Casio’s secret martial art technique, the Demonic Idol’s Life Field. It brought about a total annihilation, vibrating as it absorbed life. Where it encompassed, Exotic Species trembled, and giants crumbled. Casio wasn’t wrong, he had come to take a bath — a bath in this pool filled with pure Dead Blood.

The president of the Blood Spirit Association, Lian, has done such a good job, summoning the bodies of the members right there and consolidating them.

Wasn’t this blatantly enticing Casio?!

You can absorb power, and I can too. It’s just a fight over a meal. Casio had never been scared of that.

He decided: he was going to have a satisfying soak.

Roar!!!

The frenzied armored giant let out a roar in anger, snapping out of its dazed state. It lowered its fist with the force of a siege hammer.

“Come at me!”

Casio let out a loud howl and his iron fist violently shot up into the sky.

Boom!!!

Two silhouettes, one on the left and one on the right, two fists. They were frozen in sunlight, as if the air and time were solidified.