C3569 One Stand to the End(part Ii)
It seemed like the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird had witnessed Lin Hao's plan. It 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. When placed in front of Lin Hao... It didn't seem to be that simple.0
Evil Emperor, who had activated the Immortal Sins, was as strong as a cheat. He didn't even fear the frenzied Corpse Bag Ghost Bird that was going to exchange his life for it.
Currently, Evil Emperor's body was covered in blood and flesh. His armor had completely cracked, and even his body was covered in wounds. Some of the wounds were so deep that even his bones could be seen.
Logically speaking, even if the Demonic Beast wasn't crushed by such injuries, it would still greatly reduce the strength of the Demonic Beast. However, in front of the Emperor of Sins who viewed hatred as everything, the injuries would only make Evil Emperor even crazier!
"Roar! Roar!"
Evil Emperor's body was covered in injuries, but he did not show any signs of stopping. His Qi was even more terrifying than before. Evil Emperor's eyes were completely dyed red. It was unknown whether he was dyed red by blood or hatred.
Evil Emperor's speed was as fast as lightning. Even if the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird was the Demonic Beast with the fastest speed, it would not gain any benefits in front of Evil Emperor. The only thing that could make the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird panic was that every time he killed, the Demonic Beast would be in danger.
He was cursing in his heart. Crazy!
It wasn't that the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird had never seen a Demonic Beast subdued by a human before. It didn't matter if it was tamed by a beast tamer. Or perhaps... Whether it was the taming of a tool or the taming of a tool, the most it could do was to let the Demonic Beast fight for it. However, it was only built under the threat of life and death, and was forced to fight. It felt like a duck on a rack.
However, this Evil Emperor's way of fighting was as if he didn't care about his own life. It was as if he was going to give up his life in order to fight to the death for Lin Hao. Anyone would be scared to death by such a method of fighting. Only the heavens knew that there was a Demonic Beast that could fight so desperately for a human!
The Corpse Bag Ghost Bird had really encountered a tough opponent. At this moment, he was already thinking of retreating. However, it was obvious that Lin Hao wouldn't give the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird the chance to leave.
Just as the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird narrowly dodged Evil Emperor's attack, he suddenly felt a white light flash behind his back. An incomparably violent sword light was already rushing towards the back of the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird.
"Damn it!"
The Corpse Bag Ghost Bird was shocked. Of course, he knew who the sneak attack came from. However, it could really defend against a thousand days, and not for a moment. He never thought that Lin Hao would have such a sharp eyesight when he seized the opportunity. Even if the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird was always on guard... * Hong Long...... *
Puff!
A Longsword passed through the shoulder of the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird. The black blood of the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird splashed all over the place. It was a horrible sight to behold.
He chased after the ___ while it was still alive, and beat the dog that had fallen into the water!
The Corpse Bag Ghost Bird suddenly felt an incomparably brutal attack coming from behind. The impact of the punches hitting flesh... Even if the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird was a Demon King with extraordinary physical body strength, it would only be a joke in front of Lin Hao. Lin Hao's body cultivation was not much weaker than the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Corpse Bag Ghost Bird felt as if every part of its body had been struck by a huge hammer. The Vital Energy writhed in its chest, and the sound of bones breaking made the Corpse Bag Ghost Bird feel the footsteps of death.
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