Chapter 544: Strong Impact

Chapter 544: Strong Impact

"Oh, fresh air!"

Lod's nose twitched. He took a deep breath and revealed an intoxicated expression. He slowly spread his arms, as if he was embracing the world. "It's really a refreshing smell. I haven't felt it for a long time."

It was different.

If the attitude of the man before was more inclined towards humans, then the feeling that the man now gave it was undoubtedly beyond the category of humans.

Wilbur Wattley, who had long abandoned an individual, had a very deep understanding of this point, so in almost an instant, it determined that they were not alone! REad updated stories at novelhall.com

Although they had the same human appearance, they exuded a completely different soul aura. Chaos, disorder, violence, slaughter, destruction, and all other negative words were the label of the man in front of him!

If Lod still had consciousness at this time, he would definitely find that his mask had changed. It was no longer the simple style of the previous one in Los Angeles, but more recognizable.

The appearance of the mask was similar to that of some kind of demon. It had the shape of a goat bone as the main structure. The pale white color that was similar to bone ashes was mixed with strange black lines. From the overall appearance of the mask, it gave people a sense of majesty and evil, sacred and degeneration.

It was like an angel that saved the world, or a demon that led people to fall. The two completely different temperaments were strangely intertwined on a mask.

From the top of the mask, there were two curved goat horns extending backwards. The eyes burned with scarlet flames through the dark and deep hole on the mask. A pair of golden pupils were vertical like a beast, emitting a violent and murderous aura from them.

The dark Spiritual Power rubbed violently in the air, like a burning hellfire, constantly eroding the surrounding space and matter. Even the air was expelled, forming an area that was similar to a vacuum.

"I see."

Wilbur Wattley narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have suddenly understood the reason. He revealed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled. "No wonder I can't infect you. Such strong negative emotions and this non-human posture. It turns out that you have been infected by something else!"

"Be careful when you speak."

Lod raised his head and looked at it. His long and narrow eyes narrowed into slits, and his golden luster revealed a hint of coldness. "Although I don't like this guy's way of doing things, it doesn't mean that trash like you can point fingers at our existence."

"If I'm trash, then what are you?"

Lod stopped laughing. He tilted his head and looked at it with a strange look. He grinned and said, "I am one with him. There is no concept of who devours who. Moreover, the so-called godly ascension you speak of has no attraction to me at all!"

The great plan that he was most proud of was actually belittled and even disdained by others. This made Wilbur Wattley immediately furious. His eyes shot out two cold and fierce rays of light.

"Do you want to ask why?"

Lod did not give it the chance to ask a question. He said leisurely, "The reason is actually very simple. It is because I am a god!"

"A spiritual body born from negative emotions dares to say that it is a god?" Wilbur Wattley said with a sneer, "Originally, I wanted to make you my servant. But now it seems that my expectations are too high. You are just a stupid and arrogant idiot."

"So..."

A cold light appeared in Wilbur Wattley's eyes. He raised his hand and a blood-colored flame ignited. In a split second, thousands of waves rolled up. "Inferior goods like you, it is better to die."

His voice fell.

The blood-colored flames that lit up the entire hall roared like a flood as they surged over from all directions, sealing off all possible paths of retreat, leaving no room for escape!

"Die! Die! Die!"

Wilbur Wattley's face was ferocious, and he let out a wanton and wild laugh, "Give me all your strength, flesh, blood, memories, soul, and spirit!"

Endless blood-colored flames poured down like a vast ocean, drowning the entire hall in an instant.

In the reflection of the surging flames, countless heads could be vaguely seen flashing, like ghosts who had broken free from hell, jealous, resentful, and other negative emotions. In an instant, they turned into solid spiritual shock!

Boom -

Along with the trembling of the earth, the burning blood flames devoured 'Lod'.

However, something unexpected happened to Wilbur Wattley. The man's figure remained motionless in the burning flames. His eyes, which were as dazzling as gold, could still be seen through the bright red flames. They were like hot lava flowing slowly.

'Lod', who was in the flames, had a mocking smile on his lips. He slowly raised his right hand and clenched it in the air of hollow. A nearly transparent and invisible sword blade had appeared in his hand at some point in time. "Let me teach you a lesson. A piece of trash like you only needs one sword to kill."