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Chapter 921 - 921 474 I want them all (4500)_2

Chapter 921: 474 I want them all! (4500)_2 Chapter 921: 474 I want them all! (4500)_2 He spat a glob of phlegm at the blurred mass of flesh and blood.

“Damn it, I still remember that debt from twenty years ago!”

“It’s a shame I can’t kill you with my own hands! But, seeing your miserable death, I’m very happy, I’m damn happy! Hahahaha…”

Wind Knife Elder laughed so hard that tears almost flowed from his cloudy eyes. He held a grudge against his opponent, as his most talented disciple and his daughter had died at their hands twenty years ago.

Before this operation had even started, Wind Knife Elder had already made up his mind. He was determined to find the enemy from twenty years ago and, even if it cost him his life, he planned to die alongside the opponent. However, he hadn’t expected the Clinic’s progress to be so fast, slaughtering the Blood Clan as if they were mere chickens.

His enemy had already been eliminated as an obstacle, killed offhand.

Inside, Wind Knife actually felt a slight regret, but in reality, it didn’t matter. He just wanted the other party dead, and dying by his own hands would have been ideal.

Dying at the hands of others, and in such a miserable state, that was also not bad!

“Huff…” Wind Knife forcefully exhaled from his mouth.

He quickly took the lead, guiding his team to an open area. In front of them was a mountain wall, on which there was distinctly an arched cave entrance.

At the entrance of the cave, a dozen Clinic doctors stood guard quietly. Their weapons dripped with blood, and around them were several decapitated corpses of the Blood Race. Clearly, these robust men had blocked the entrance to the Blood Race’s lair, waiting for their prey and planning to cut off the enemy’s retreat to annihilate them completely.

How could Wind Knife Elder and his men miss such an opportunity?

They immediately joined in, supporting the many Clinic doctors.

As for the final battle inside the Blood Race’s lair, Wind Knife and his comrades decided after some thought not to get involved. It wasn’t that they were afraid, but they didn’t want to interfere or give the impression to the head of the Clinic that they were trying to steal his glory.

In the tunnel, on the western perimeter of the first layer of Oyon Ruins.

Groups of burly men in black clothes raced through the enclosed tunnel, their boots thumping loudly on the stone floor. The resonance even triggered vibrations in the air that carried far. Each of them gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes as sharp as eagles’, resembling predatory beasts about to strike.

Whenever they collided head-on with a squad of the Blood Race, they would give a loud roar and charge up furiously. The Demon Idol totem activated, causing their frames to swell multiple times, their arm muscles bulging like car tires. Striding like meteors, they sprinted through the tunnels like a herd of small elephants, ferociously smashing into the Blood Race, pinning many against the uneven cave walls with horrific bloodshed.

Others favored grappling, rushing over like Giant Bears and scooping the Blood Race into their wall-like embraces at corners. Then, using sheer brute force, they slowly crushed their enemies’ skeletons, relishing the delightful sensation of smashing the bones like toys. The corpses of the Blood Race fell limp like a pile of noodles or a twisted doughnut.

Under the leadership of several commanders from the Clinic, those so-called direct descendants of the Blood Race who could transform into blood-blessed forms were not a match. They repeatedly retreated, leaving behind corpse after corpse, pulling back toward their main base.

Casio immediately issued orders for Fog Man and Nine Snakes to lead all the Clinic doctors to charge forward and completely destroy the Blood Race’s nest.

He, in turn, took Otto, and Anthony and Fiona who he had just subdued not long ago, to explore deeper into the Oyon Ruins.

In a narrow and long tunnel of the ruins, four silhouettes flashed like the wind, leaving behind fuzzy afterimages. The air carried sounds of metal shattering and twisting, while the walls boomed. When the dust settled, all the sharp long spears sticking out from both sides of the wall had been flattened by an unknown force, with a cross-sectional surface as smooth as mirrors.

All mechanisms, all traps were violently crushed.

In another tunnel, a boulder weighing ten tons tumbled down from the slope’s top, booming loudly and causing the ground to tremble. However, a red mist swept through like a hurricane, and the next second, a pile of gray-white stone powder lay evenly spread across the slope’s surface, pressed down by four sets of shallow footprints.

All four were master-level fighters, possessing incredible speed. Especially Casio, who led the way with a cold, calm gaze. Having been to the Oyon Ruins twice before, he now proceeded confidently, with an unstoppable momentum.

Each time they stormed a tunnel, a fierce scarlet silhouette of a Blood Vulture erupted from Casio, fluttering wings burning like flames. It rapidly swept through all threats in the tunnel at incredible speed.

This vulture, filling the tunnel as though ablaze with terrifying flames, would instantly annihilate anything in its path, whether it be poison spike crossbows, long spear traps, or the three-headed Ghosthounds and Exotic Species Rhinos, turning them into scraps at the tunnel’s edge, so fragmented that not even whole bodies remained.

The so-called mechanism traps and exotic poisonous insects no longer even had the right to come close to Casio. He was already standing just below the Saint Fist, almost at the pinnacle of the pyramid. Danger is always relative.

This time entering the Oyon Ruins again, Casio found it as easy as a walk in the park.

Soon, the four came to the end of a passage. In front of them was a vast hollow cavity in the cave wall, a broad cylindrical shape colored gray-white.

The wall was dotted with various tunnel holes and steps for jumping and walking. Looking for a moment at the deep bottom, he simply leaped down.