Chapter 154: 141: With Me, Invincible; A Fist Suppresses the Demon Country!_2

"I told you to swallow!" Su Heng's foot was on Tuo Long's lower jaw, while his big hand gripped the upper part of Tuo Long's mouth.Crack!

He pulled hard with both arms.

Tuo Long's massive mouth was forcibly torn off.

In an instant, a heaven-shaking, agonizing wail erupted as blood splashed onto Su Heng like a fountain.

Su Heng took a couple of bites from the fresh red flesh in his left hand, then crushed the remaining part into a ball and, with a serpent-like wide-open mouth, swallowed it whole along with the bones and teeth it was mixed with, tilting his head back.

Fresh demon blood dripped down from the corner of his mouth and evaporated with a sizzle upon touching the flaming flow.

In the distance, amid the dust and smoke, Tuo Long's figure reappeared.

No longer his crocodile form but a humanoid one.

He held one hand to his jaw, looking at Su Heng with a mix of bewilderment and terror in his eyes.

Lowering the hand covering his mouth, the flesh around his jaw had been torn away, revealing a large expanse of ghastly white bone.

"We can't keep this up,"

Kui Lang's expression was exceptionally grave, "If we continue, you'll die."

"We have no choice now, find a way to draw him off," the rest of the sentence was communicated through a whisper.

Tuo Long's countenance was ugly, but he nodded in agreement.

He cast a deep glance at Su Heng.

Then, without another word, he turned and left.

"Thinking of running!" Su Heng's combat power had peaked, "It won't be that easy!"

A dead-class grand duke, who could command the wind and rain, could cause a natural disaster that floods cities with a wave of his hand. How could Su Heng let such terrifying fighting power escape so easily? Furthermore, Su Heng had previously trained in the Domineering Dragon Secret Method, and the vast resources he gathered from the noble families and the Sky Demon Alliance were nearly exhausted.

Tuo Long's enormous and strong body was exactly what Su Heng needed to replenish the massive resources expended during his training.

Boom!

Su Heng's body shook as he immediately followed in pursuit.

In midair, a figure clothed in a yellow robe, wielding a gleaming cleaver, descended—Kui Lang.

"I'll be your opponent," Kui Lang said with a smile. Continue your journey at

"Let's talk when your true form descends!"

After exchanging blows for only two to three breaths' time, Su Heng's big hand pierced into Kui Lang's chest. S~eaʀᴄh the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Crack!

A hair-raising sound of flesh being torn apart.

Kui Lang was torn in half.

But within those few seconds, Tuo Long had already run far away, leaving only a speck the size of a grain of rice in Su Heng's sight.

"That direction is... Breath Swamp!" Su Heng's expression darkened.

Located to the north of Jiangzhou, and further north was Corpse Mountain Demon Country—Tuo Long's intentions were obvious.

"Today, you will surely die!"

Su Heng roared, his voice rolling like thunder, drowning out the sound of real thunder.

He tapped several times in midair, accelerating at full force, moving like a phantom, instantly crossing tens of thousands of meters.

Both of them were extremely fast, racing like the wind, leaving vast expanses of clouds and rain behind in the blink of an eye.

Upon leaving the territory of Jiangzhou, what came into view was an immense desert.

The sandy desert, covered with dry, upraised rock ridges.

Some of these rock ridges were as small as a few kilometers, while others were so large that their ends couldn't be seen, layered upon each other like whirlpools converging toward the central point. There, a pitch-black beam shot up to the sky and down through the earth, and even from a great distance, one could sense a disturbing, chilly aura emanating from it.

This was the Breath Swamp, and at the location of that black beam stood the legendary Corpse Mountain Demon Country.

The Breath Swamp might appear to be a lifeless desert, but it was fraught with danger.

Boom!

Tuo Long led Su Heng toward a cliff face.

The seemingly calm rock face suddenly exploded as Su Heng neared.

A gaping maw made entirely of rock, carrying the stench of blood, tearing everything apart, aimed a bite at Su Heng.

In his Transformed Dragon State, Su Heng stood nearly five meters tall, no different from an insect before the great maw of rock, which dragged him directly into the cliff.

Boom!

The cliff that had returned to tranquility began to tremble violently again, accompanied by an outburst of white light.

Su Heng, covered in dust and grime, shot out of the fissure.

Tuo Long had intended to use the dangers within Breath Swamp to trap Su Heng, but it had little effect.

Su Heng's physical body was unimaginably strong; he could smash through anything with a single punch, and even if he was temporarily restrained by the environment, he could quickly break free.

As for creatures within the Breath Swamp that could truly pose a danger to him,

Tuo Long himself was in a weakened state and did not dare to approach and provoke any further.

Thus—

The chase continued, with the distance between pursuer and pursued steadily closing.

Bang!

Tuo Long ducked into the heart of a storm.

Su Heng did not hesitate to follow, and with a roar, the gigantic sandstorm was compressed and torn apart, revealing the scene inside.

To Su Heng's surprise, the natural cavity inside the sandstorm contained a campfire, fur tents, and a fence made of beast bones to serve as a barricade.

This turned out to be a village inhabited by humans.



The racket of Su Heng's arrival also drew the attention of the villagers within.

The people here were incredibly strong, regardless of gender, had bronze skin, and were covered in colorful tattoos. They wielded spears made from the bones of strange beasts and wore simple animal skins, barely covering their privates. Su Heng's fierce and hulking form was seen by these individuals as a demon.

Desperation was etched across their faces, yet they still gripped their weapons tightly, refusing to give up without a fight.

Crack!