One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 596 - 485 Where Do You Think You Can Run To?_2

Lift it up, higher.

"This, motherf..." Amid Abbas’s trembling gaze, he saw a face smiling viciously behind a mask.

Like the colossal body of Ancient Demon Mountain, the pitch-black, fierce, angular armor, the explosive muscles, the overflowing flames at the chest, the massive jaw, and the crown-like horns... Game over, Su Heng tore off his disguise, revealing his true form in an instant, which was like the emperor’s arrival, with the majesty of waves and tides sweeping across the entire battlefield.

"Weren’t you very cocky just now? Come on, show me what you’ve got."

The slaughter was truly mesmerizing, Su Heng felt a sense of freeing himself.

Amid Abbas’s trembling gaze, a huge pitch-black hand descended from the sky like the collapsing Buzhou Mountain, carrying a tide-like icy power.

Abbas lost all will to fight, could only lie on the ground and flee in panic.

But the Duel Arena was blocked on all sides, like a large cage; in the face of this monster, there was nowhere to escape.

Like picking up a puppy, Su Heng grabbed Abbas by the neck, the latter uncontrollably lifted into the air. The tangible fear emanating from Abbas made this wretched creature even more delectable. Saliva secreted in the mouth, the stomach churned, making thunderous noises.

Su Heng opened his bloody mouth wide, and silver-white threads pulled between the interlocking sharp teeth.

"No, no, no!"

Abbas shouted in panic, swinging the remaining machete in his hand with all his might, hacking again and again at Su Heng’s arms and shoulders. Sparks flew from the violent collision, scratches appeared on Su Heng’s pitch-black armor, but Abbas’s blade suffered even more, with half the blade flying off after a few strikes.

"The time of feast has come." The prey struggled violently, which only proved the vigor of its life force, making Su Heng’s smile even greedier.

He first extended his snake-like crimson tongue, licking over Abbas’s body.

This monster’s saliva was concentrated nuclear waste.

A single drop could contaminate an entire lake, or cause horrific mutations, a fate worse than death, to the populace of a whole city.

As the hot tip of the tongue gently grazed over Abbas’s protruding spine, the latter felt as if his body was burning with severe pain, the highly corrosive saliva penetrating the prey’s body, following the quickly flowing blood into the limbs and bones. Abbas’s reactions became increasingly sluggish, hands and feet twitching unnaturally, the entire person falling into a numbness as if drugged into sleepiness.

Crackle!

Intense pain woke him.

Su Heng’s sharp teeth tore open the prey’s skin, clamping onto the spine.

Like de-veining a shrimp, he pulled the bones that supported the body out whole, along with masses of twisted nerves, looking like a lively centipede writhing in Su Heng’s mouth. Abbas’s eyes bulged, a dense redness in the whites. Indescribable pain made him howl, to the point of tearing the corners of his mouth, but when the peak of agony was reached, no sound could be made.

Cheers came from the surrounding crowd, they shouted excitedly, even throwing aside the fear brought by Su Heng’s huge body.

In the distance, the massive Brass Throne also seemed to draw a bit closer, a heavy, mountain-like authority radiating from it.

Blood sprayed out from Abbas’s cleft body, dripping down.

Demon Gods do not have Undying.

Moreover, Abbas was of the Berserker type and not skilled in Healing.

With such serious injuries, plus the ravaging of radiation on the body, Abbas no longer had the possibility of recovery, limbs dangling limply, eyes vacant. After completely losing the will to fight, he began to await the approach of death.

"Really boring." Su Heng shook his body a couple of times, further tearing the wound, but very little blood flowed out because those fluids that maintained life were nearly drained from this guy.

"Forget it, who made me such a kind-hearted person since I was young." Su Heng sighed.

He showed little interest in a piece of lifeless flesh; he reached out to grab Abbas’s head, and with a slight squeeze of his fingers, the latter disappeared from the shoulders up.

Su Heng’s gaping maw opened like that of a snake, his jaw lifted, and like slurping noodles, he swallowed Abbas’s entire body in one gulp. As a battle-hardened gladiator, Abbas’s muscles were exceptionally developed; they had a nice chewiness in the mouth, even giving a slight sensation of being stuck between the teeth, ranking among the top of the delicacies Su Heng had savored.

The only pity was that it was far too little.

Su Heng’s craving had just been aroused.

These chunks of flesh were nowhere near enough to fill Su Heng’s abyss-like, greedy, ravenous stomach.

But this problem wasn’t hard to solve, there were still quite a few spectators, weren’t there? Since the rules here dictated that only one person could leave alive, then it shouldn’t be a problem... to kill all these nonsensical fools as well.

"Directly looking at the king implies a conspiracy to assassinate. Having seen my true self, yet without prostration, you all have chosen the path to death." Su Heng sneered, his energy erupting with full force, shooting up towards the sky.

Roaring thunder claps were deafening, and a vast swirling mass of dark clouds quickly materialized above Su Heng’s head. The spiraling black clouds resembled the immense body of a pitch-black dragon. Amidst the thunder and lightning, an enormous dragon’s head with a diameter spanning over a kilometer, with lightning in its maw, seemed to actually slowly descend from the heavens above.

Screams of horror erupted from the demon spectators in the stands.

When Su Heng killed Abbas, these imps cheered loudly, overcome with excitement.

But now, when the same brutal death descended upon them, these creatures did not display much bravery; they pushed and shoved each other in chaotic flight, even trampling their own companions to death.

"Ha ha ha!" Su Heng spread his arms wide, with a dragon from ancient times circling above his head, his eyes emitting red light, now he laughed wildly, "Where do you think you can run to, and where can you actually run!"

"Roaring Dragon Strength·Bitter Sea Thunder Sound!"

Boom!

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Su Heng spread his five fingers and reached towards the heavens.

The ground-shaking thunder came crashing down from the sky, transforming into a dazzlingly bright scepter in his hand.

Countless electric streams wriggled on the ground and in the air like snakes, eighteen waterfall-like Tribulation Lights plummeted from the dark clouds, the entire world roared, and the intense light rendered Su Heng’s massive body to nothing but a dark silhouette, only that wild laughter still echoed across the skies, instilling despair.

Lifting, then smashing down!

The air was instantly pierced, a ball of blue-purple plasma cloud rapidly expanded.

It was like a bulging soap bubble on the water’s surface, except that each speckle of light was a dark shade of despair, containing massive amounts of high temperature and radiation. Any solid matter that came into contact with it was disintegrated into its most basic particles within a fraction of an instant, intense white light burst forth, and billions of degrees of heat were melting all tangible matter.

The demons went off like firecrackers, bursting one after another, their life forces were swiftly drawn out by Su Heng’s Demon Engine.

Su Heng unleashed a destructive power, his body was pitch black, vast and domineering like an Ancient God, but the light intense to its extremes was like waves crashing and spreading in all directions. In the end, even the clouds above evaporated, this Duel Arena collapsed, and the intense light, erupting like a volcano, shot straight into the sky.

A sensation of weightlessness came from below Su Heng’s feet; he knew he was about to leave this strange place.

Crack!

The surrounding space fractured like a shattered mirror, breaking inch by inch.

Chaotic turbulence surged, the immense force capable of destroying a small world within the celestial heavens.

But in front of Su Heng, it was like streams striking against rocks, unbudging, instead, the layers of frost condensing on his body carried away a great amount of waste heat, giving the sensation of having a cold drink after an intense workout. In the last moment as the final fragment shattered, Su Heng, as if having a stroke of insight, lifted his head and looked towards a certain direction.

Skulls piled up, brass casted.

The gigantic Brass Throne still stood at the center of this land.

Initially, it was just a raging storm, but now there was a residual shadow atop it, bearing a slight resemblance to Su Heng.