Slaughtering Anomalies

The gap gradually widened to the width of a finger, and the last half of the talisman paper on the blood coffin turned to ash.

The lid of the blood coffin exploded with a boom. A figure clad in scarlet armor, its entire body iron-blue, let out a series of muffled blasts as it charged at Chen Xu like thunder.

Blood-Qi Force and essence overlapped as Chen Xu suddenly turned and threw both fists forward, colliding with the stiff, icy-cold arms.

Layer after layer of white rings of air burst from the centers of their fists. The shockwave swept through four blood coffins and shattered over a hundred stone figurines.

The iron-blue anomaly let out a muffled groan and fell backward. Its armor could not withstand the force of their clash, exploding from its arms into hundreds of fragments that scattered through the air.

Pressing his advantage, Chen Xu's bone armor covered his entire body midair. A scarlet streak flashed across the plaza as his three-meter-tall body rammed into the anomaly with overwhelming force.

"You madman who disturbed the general's slumber, I swear I will capture you!" The anomaly's voice sounded like metal scraping against metal—dry and piercing.

"After all these years, you still have consciousness?" Chen Xu was mildly surprised, but his attacks showed no mercy.

Someone else might have tried to question it about Great Zhao, but he had no interest in such things. Only an increase in Psychic Energy could stir his enthusiasm.

In the blink of an eye, man and corpse exchanged hundreds of blows. Everywhere they passed, the battle formations formed by thousands of soldier figurines were destroyed by the aftershocks.

During the fight, Chen Xu had already discovered that this anomaly had no real consciousness left. It only repeated those same two lines over