Gene Warriors vs Hell Evil Ghost

The next moment, John Truss pulled out another bottle of potion, a mysterious Genetic Potion.

He gulped down the medicine, and in an instant, a strange power surged through his body.

The enormous and gruesome wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, with new granulation tissue rapidly growing and intertwining.

However, this was only the beginning; his bones began to creak and groan, as if a tremendous force was reshaping them.

The muscles in the body were constantly expanding and bulging, and the skin was gradually covered with a layer of black hair, which was as hard and dense as steel needles.

His face began to deform, his mouth protruded forward, forming a black bear-like snout, with sharp fangs emerging from between his lips.

Its hands also became incredibly thick, and its fingers transformed into sharp claws.

His legs became more powerful, resembling the strong hind legs of a black bear.

As the changes intensified, John Truss was completely transformed into a Gene Warriors resembling a black bear, exuding a powerful and dangerous aura.

John Truss raised his thick, barrel-like arm high, his massive fist slamming down on Purr with tremendous force.

The force of the punch whistled past, seemingly capable of shattering the entire world around it.

The deafening roar, like a death knell tolling on the end of the world, made the surrounding air tremble.

Purr felt immense pressure as he watched the incoming fist.

The Scythe he was gripping tightly was knocked away by the overwhelming force of John Truss's fist during the fierce collision.

The Scythe slipped from his hand, arcing through the air before landing far away in the dust.

Purr's already injured shoulder was now even more severely aggravated.

The wound reopened after being struck by his fist, blood gushing out. The intense pain felt like countless steel needles piercing his bone marrow, nearly causing him to faint.

Despite the excruciating pain, he made several strange hand gestures, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood into the air.

The nine Scythe floated into the air one after another.

These Scythe gleamed with an eerie, cold light, and under his control, they seemed to come alive, spinning and dancing rapidly in the air.

They intertwined and merged, their light growing ever more dazzling, almost blinding.

Under the intense light, the Scythe slowly deformed, gradually taking on the appearance of an Evil Ghost crawling out of the Abyss of hell.

The Evil Ghost had a hideous face, a gaping maw that seemed ready to devour everything, eyes that flashed with ferocious flames, and sharp horns on its head that exuded an aura of death.

The Evil Ghost held an enormous Black Scythe was formed from nine Scythe combined and exuded a chilling aura.

The Black Scythe looked exactly like the Scythe used by the legendary soul-reaping messenger.

It was as if with a mere flick of the wrist, the bond between soul and body could be severed, and all life in the world could be harvested.

Upon seeing this, John Truss let out a roar that sounded like rolling thunder, shaking the earth.

He charged at Purr again, and an even fiercer battle ensued.

The Evil Ghost merged with Purr, and facing the charging black bear, he raised the enormous Scythe high in his hand.

The black light on the Scythe surged like a raging wave, as if it would devour everything in the world.

With a sinister howl, the Evil Ghost charged forward and clashed with the equally menacing black bear.

The black bear's massive body was like a small mountain, and every step it took made the earth tremble.

It swung its fist, which was as big as a sandbag, with black metallic light gleaming on it, seemingly possessing the power to World-destroying.

The moment the fist collided with the Scythe, a deafening explosion rang out.

The explosion, like a rolling thunderclap, spread in all directions, shattering trees and sending boulders flying everywhere it went.

However, despite such a powerful impact, neither the black bear nor the Evil Ghost moved an inch, nor did they retreat even a single step.

Their eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, and amidst the billowing dust, they engaged in a thrilling life-or-death struggle.

Each attack carried the force of a landslide; the Evil Ghost's Scythe struck the black bear again and again like black lightning, while the black bear's fists pounded the Evil Ghost like heavy cannonballs.

The battle was so fierce that it shook the heavens and earth.

The once azure sky was quickly shrouded in dark clouds, with lightning flashing Thunderclap roaring within them, as if even the heavens themselves were trembling at the sight of this fierce battle.

The earth trembled violently from the aftershocks of their battle, and huge gashes, like hideous wounds, spread across the arena floor, bottomless and seemingly dragging everything into endless darkness.

The Evil Ghost once again raised its enormous Scythe high, black light surging forth.

The light seemed to possess sentience, coiling around the Scythe in wisps, making it appear even more sinister and terrifying.

With a sinister whistle, the Evil Ghost charged forward, its speed leaving a trail of black afterimages.

The black bear opened its blood-red maw, let out a furious roar, and charged at its opponent.

The Evil Ghost's Scythe struck the black bear again and again like black lightning, each swing bringing with it a biting wind that sliced through the air like a blade, tearing out black Space Rift.

The black bear's fists pounded at the Evil Ghost like heavy artillery shells, each punch containing immense force. Wherever the fists passed, the air was compressed, creating visible ripples that spread outwards.

The Evil Ghost suddenly spun around, its Scythe transforming into a black curtain of light that swept over the black bear.

Seeing this, the black bear did not retreat but advanced, leaping high into the air with its massive body and throwing out its fists, which formed a black Energy Shield in front of it, withstanding the Evil Ghost's attack.

Immediately after, as the black bear landed, it slammed its Bear Palm into the ground, and the powerful force traveled along the ground, causing a huge Black Energy Pillar to burst out of the earth and rush towards the Evil Ghost.

The Evil Ghost couldn't dodge in time and was struck by the energy pillar, its body flying backward and smashing into a small mountain.

But the Evil Ghost would not give up so easily. It burst out from the pile of rubble, its body covered in wounds, yet it seemed to feel no pain.

He charged at the black bear again. This time, the black light on the Scythe materialized into a giant black dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on the bear.

The black bear's fur stood on end, and it pounded its chest with its fist.

A powerful aura emanated from its body, and its size doubled from before.

Black metallic light surged from all parts of its body, converging on its fists, and then it unleashed two punches at the black dragon.

A punch collided with the Black Dragon, and the powerful energy impact made the heavens and earth seem to collapse.

The dragon was shattered, the black bear's fists were mangled and bloody, and it also had many other injuries.

The other punch cracked the Evil Ghost's Scythe, causing it to break and shatter into pieces.

The immense impact ripped apart the muscles in Purr's hands, sending blood splattering into the air.

The next moment, the combined state dissipated, the Evil Ghost vanished, and Purr's body flew backward, crashing heavily off the stage.