The Minotaur Warrior, empowered by Totem Power, gleamed from head to toe with dazzling bronze metallic radiance.
Yet the fierce armor draped over his body seemed alive, slowly writhing in an incomparably bizarre rhythm and exuding an aura ten times more savage than a Totem Beast.
Even Ye Zi's brother, who in his mind could never be defeated, much less retreat, began trembling from the heart when facing the Totem Warrior.
His brother yanked hard at his knife, trying to pull out the Bone Blade and attack again from another angle.
But the Bone Blade was clamped fast by the opponent's muscles and armor.
This slowly writhing Totem Armor seemed to possess a strange life and a ravenous appetite, actually swallowing the Bone Blade in his brother's hand inch by inch.
In the end, it devoured even the hilt without leaving a trace.
Had his brother not let go in time, even both his arms might have been eaten by the Totem Armor!
Having lost his weapon, his brother seemed to have lost all his strength and courage as well.
Before the gulf between mortals and Gods and Devils, his brother fell into utter despair.
Fear was like a transparent steel spike that drove in through his brother's crown, pierced all the way to the soles of his feet, and nailed him rigidly before the Minotaur Warrior, unable even to move.
The Minotaur Warrior slowly raised his right hand, spreading four fingers each thicker than Ye Zi's arm.
Smack!
He slapped down.
There was no technique to it—just the simplest, crudest slap, like an adult disciplining a child.
A great burst of blood and gore exploded from his brother's face and chest.
More than a hundred wounds that had only just scabbed over burst open again.
The astonishing monstrous strength