C3568 Stand to the End(part I)
The strength of the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird was at the Peak of the Sixth Level. Only with Lin Hao's help could the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird be suppressed. Now that Lin Hao had let Evil Emperor fight the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird, it meant that Evil Emperor had to rely on himself to survive. As for Lin Hao, he was facing the corpse of one of the twins who had been restrained, and he seemed to be holding back at all times.0
If the Greyhound saw this, he would scold Lin Hao for abusing an underage Demonic Beast. This was too much.
Of course, Evil Emperor would never have such a thought. His mind was filled with loyalty. He only wanted to show his worth in front of Lin Hao and show his strength!
While enduring the terrifying pressure of the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird, Evil Emperor did not have the slightest intention of retreating. On the contrary, his ferocious face carried a crazed look. Evil Emperor was crazy and ruthless, even when facing a Corpse Bag Ghost Bird that was an entire level stronger than him. Evil Emperor didn't back down at all.
Evil Emperor was ruthless not only because of the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird, but also because his past hatred was urging him to be ruthless to himself. There was nothing in this world that Evil Emperor cared about, especially in a battle. Only living beings were his only goal.
The bigger Evil Emperor got, the crazier he became. He even exchanged injuries with injuries. He was clearly at a disadvantage, but the imposing manner he unleashed seemed to be crushing everything! It made the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird extremely depressed.
What was going on? Even if this Evil Emperor had become a disciple of a human, what was going on? You can't be so loyal, can you? Looking at the situation, it seemed like even if Lin Hao asked Evil Emperor to commit suicide, Evil Emperor would jump into the abyss without hesitation. One! How could the royal family be such a loyal dog to the human race?
No Corpse Bag Ghost Bird could understand what was going on, especially when he saw that Lin Hao had already taken care of the twin corpses. He was watching coldly from the side.
This was a little scary!
The Corpse Bag Ghost Bird suddenly looked to the side and saw that the twin corpses had already been pressed into the ground. A huge electric field pressed on the corpses, making them unable to move.
Beads of sweat dripped down from the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird's face. Something was not right, something was not right. This young man had already displayed a very terrifying combat strength just now. If they joined forces, they would be able to completely crush him! However, why did the young man choose to watch from the sidelines after finishing off the twins' corpses?
Furthermore, that gaze was filled with gratification, as if he was looking at a child?
No, could it be that this White-clothed Youth was using him to train his soldiers? He was doing this to let Evil Emperor do a wonderful and exciting training!
To use him as a training target, this was too disrespectful!
The Corpse Bag Ghost Bird felt that his dignity had been insulted, so he steeled his heart. However, he gathered all the Spiritual Energy in his body, no longer caring about Ren Evil Emperor's crazy fighting style. Instead, his eyes were ferocious as he copied Evil Emperor's crazy fighting style. Exchanging injuries with injuries in exchange for injuries!
For a moment, the scene had turned into a primitive and violent battle. Evil Emperor was ten feet tall, and the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird was even larger than Evil Emperor. When they fought, it was as if they had broken Buzhou Mountain. It was a kind of satisfying battle. The violent aesthetics of blood splashing on the spot made Lin Hao feel extremely hot-blooded.
It seemed like the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird had witnessed Lin Hao's plan. The Corpse Bag Ghost Bird only wanted to fight back before it died. It wanted to take Evil Emperor's life before Lin Hao attacked. It would let Lin Hao know that provoking the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird was the same as courting death! Of course, that was what he thought.
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