In just a few breaths, the fake Troupe Leader's right arm had regrowed, and his skin was as white and tender as a newborn's.
"Did you see that?"
"This is the supreme power bestowed upon me by my Lord!"
"I am immortal!"
The fake Troupe Leader's face was full of madness.
Boom--
A bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky and struck him directly on the head.
The Dharma King said, "There is no such thing as immortality."
"The damage wasn't enough."
The fake Troupe Leader's physical body seemed to have been enhanced.
The Dharma King's attack had no effect on it.
Several more black shadows split off beneath his feet, rushing towards the other surviving members of the False Circus.
In an instant, they were torn to pieces, and the power gained was fed back to the fake Troupe Leader.
"Focus fire."
Don't give him a chance to add more.
Qin Ze Blue Flame Release and joined the battle.
The fake Troupe Leader has a strong recovery ability.
As long as there are living things around, his injuries will heal quickly.
Qin Ze came up with a solution.
Focus fire and unleash full damage to kill him instantly, giving him no chance to recover.
Qin Ze's main force is the Pillar of Thunder and Fire.
The Dharma King's Thunder Whip and Brother Devour's Lightning Plasma serve as secondary attacks.
Add to that the seasoning from two old guys in the Self-Destruct Squad.
This wave of attacks will force even the strongest level six players to kneel and sing "Conquer".
The fake Troupe Leader's figure was instantly engulfed by the towering explosion.
The violent, raging energy and shockwaves turned half of the small building into ruins.
The instantaneous release of a large amount of heat melted the surrounding snow.
White mist filled the courtyard.
Everything in front of them was a vast expanse of white.
"This elite monster is quite durable."
"Our Circus's main tactic is to outnumber the weak."
"That's all for today!"
"..."
The clones have begun the final match settlement phase.
He's just Level Six Martial Artist.
Nobody took it too seriously.
whoosh whoosh--
The sound of wind arose.
A small tornado formed in the yard, lifting all the water mist into the sky.
As the mist dissipated, the fake Troupe Leader reappeared in everyone's sight.
Although he was covered in blood and looked extremely disheveled, and his breath was weak, he was still standing.
The clones were dumbfounded.
"This is incredibly durable!"
"Wow, this fishpond setup has unearthed a shark! That's something else!"
"Sharks are fish too."
"This guy's weird."
"..."
The Mist Lord said in the Local Area Network, "My suggestion is to retreat first."
"We'll deal with him again next time when we have enough manpower."
Qin Ze said calmly, "What needs to be done today, let's finish it today."
Doesn't he have a master?
"Tonight I'm going to see what kind of grandpa or grandma this guy looks like."
Immediately, Qin Ze activated his Beast Transformation.
A six-armed giant, over ten meters tall, rose from the ground.
He drew his white bone sword and slashed at the ground, splitting the small courtyard in two with a ditch several meters deep.
Where is your damn master?
"Let him out."
The fake Troupe Leader looked up at the giant. "You are not worthy to see my lord."
Qin Ze raised the bone sword and slung it over his shoulder. "Then I'll send you to see your damn master."
Brother Devour was the first to charge.
While dealing with the situation, the fake Troupe Leader released dark shadows beneath his feet.
With a wave of his hand, the Dharma King unleashed several lightning whips that struck the dark figure, causing it to dissipate.
"Keep an eye on it."
After giving his instructions to the Dharma King, Qin Ze raised the white bone sword.
Whew~
A surge of blazing blue flames erupted from his hand, spreading and covering the entire blade.
The enchanted bone sword whistled down.
Brother Devour forced the fake Troupe Leader onto the path of the bone sword.
The fake Troupe Leader attempted to dodge using his movement skills.
Brother Devour used the same trick again.
The force of his punch blocked his dodge path.
The fake Troupe Leader wanted to drag Brother Devour down with him.
The Brother Devour, who was prepared, didn't give him the chance this time and kicked him back.
Swish--
The bone sword slashed down swiftly.
The fake Troupe Leader, who was almost completely exhausted, had half of his body cut off.
The remaining majority of its body was devoured by blue flames.
Qin Ze sheathed his bone sword and deactivated his Beast Transformation.
You're going to die.
The fake Troupe Leader lay quietly on the ground, letting Lan Yan lick his flesh and bones.
"Yes, I'm dying."
Qin Ze crossed his arms and looked down at him.
Where is your Lord?
"You're about to die, and he hasn't even come to see you once."
Except for his head, the rest of the fake Troupe Leader's body was now burning in blue flames.
He grinned. "You really want to see my lord?"
Qin Ze shook his head. "I don't really want to, I'm just a little curious."
The fake Troupe Leader's smile grew even brighter, "If I had burned my source energy, I could have dodged that sword strike just now."
Do you know why I let you chop it?
Before Qin Ze could speak, he continued, "Death is just the beginning."
"It will draw me into the Lord's embrace."
As soon as he finished speaking, a large dark shadow split off from beneath him and rushed into the remaining half of the building at an extremely fast speed.
Boom--
The Dharma King's thunder whip missed its mark.
The shadowy figure was moving too fast.
Faster than lightning.
The fake Troupe Leader shouted towards the night sky, "Great and merciful Lord!"
"Please accept the sacrifice of this humble believer."
Your glory is my glory.
After shouting all this, the fake Troupe Leader's eyes completely lost their life force.
The blue flames engulfed his head, burning even more intensely.
In the blink of an eye, the corpse turned into ashes.
Qin Ze suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.
He looked at the dilapidated half-built building and involuntarily took a few steps back.
It felt as if a ferocious beast was staring intently at him from inside, making his breathing quicken.
Bang bang--
Bang bang bang--
Muffled thuds, like heartbeats, emanated from inside the small building, as if someone were vigorously beating a drum.
Click click click--
The building's surface is cracked, with dense fissures covering the entire structure.
Red liquid flowed through the cracks, and wherever it passed, large clumps of dark red Flesh and Blood bulged out.
They kept wriggling, and red and green liquid kept seeping out from them.
The remaining windows were burst open by the expanding, writhing flesh Flesh and Blood.
Immediately afterwards, blood-red eyes opened from the gaps.
Like a group of ghosts trapped in darkness, they let out Soundlessness howls that chill the heart.
"What the hell is this?!"
The Circus performers were startled.
Qin Ze noticed that dozens of pairs of eyes were looking at him at the same time.
For a moment, it felt like his head had been hit by a heavy hammer.
In a daze, countless murmurs and whispers echoed from within.
Qin Ze's eyes were bloodshot. He used his arms to support himself on the ground and knelt down.
Under the watchful eyes of the Brother Devour and the Dharma King, they automatically deactivated their Beast Transformation and passed out.
The remaining clones and the False Circus who had survived by chance all exploded and died.
The snow was stained with vibrant, blood-red flowers.
Qin Ze's body trembled uncontrollably, countless voices echoing in his ears and mind.
He's going crazy.
He didn't experience such exaggerated negative effects when he faced the mental onslaught of the Spirit of Eternal Life.
boom--
Boom boom boom--
Suddenly, the familiar Earth Rumbling echoed once more from the depths of the ground.