studiobondurri Chapter 440: 327 Great Demon Mark_3
Chapter 440: 327 Great Demon Mark_3
Chapter 440: Chapter 327 Great Demon Mark_3
He ruthlessly attacked Su Han with knives in both hands, without worrying about his own injuries.
“Do you know you’re very noisy?”
Su Han glanced over, his expression especially calm and cold, as if he were looking at a corpse.
If it weren’t for wanting to see the power of this mark, did he really think that all Fourth Order Superiors were the same?@@@@
Whiz
Su Han suddenly appeared in front of Xiliye, the tall Lizardman warrior, thrust a large hand forward, grabbed his head, and smashed it to the ground.
With a booming sound, a large pit instantly formed.
He pointed with his right hand, and immediately a Spirit Melding Vortex appeared in his hand, then he pressed it on Xiliye’s head.
“Ah!”
Xiliye just let out a scream, and the next moment he was silent as his large head was directly eradicated by the Spirit Melding Vortex, transforming into Spiritual Energy absorbed into Su Han’s body.
A Lizardman soul shadow was directly pulled out by Su Han, its face filled with terror, starkly different from its earlier arrogance.
“Fox Exploits the Tiger’s Might”
Su Han softly muttered this number, and the next moment, the Lizardman named Neiya was grabbed by one arm and then violently squeezed, pulling out her entire spine.
Aosha, four generations of Asaro, and Khalishat scattered and fled directly towards the interdimensional rift.
“The power of the Lizard God Statue!”
All three knew clearly that only the power of the Lizard God Statue could stop this demon now.
They fully communicated with their Lizard God Statues, and although beyond the interdimensional rift, the statues were already activated while Su Han was slaughtering Kola and Neiya.
A powerful energy surged out from the interdimensional rift, and a terrifying Shockwave instantly swept over the remaining tens of thousands of Lizardmen.
Boom
The bodies burst instantly, blood mist shrouded around the entire interdimensional rift.
Aosha, four generations of Asaro, and Khalishat simply stood there in shock, their tribesmen gone, all gone?
“Useless!”
A loud voice came through, the interdimensional rift flickered continuously, the sky looked as if it were crisscrossed and overlapping, and a phantom of a surging sea of blood appeared, seemingly as if descending from heaven.
A shadow hundreds of meters tall condensed in the air, holding a crimson scepter, its profound beastly pupils gazed down at Su Han, its large hand bearing down.
“Die!”