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Zhou Heng opened Xu Lingshan's mouth, then took out the white pellet from her mouth that she had yet to digest.

In Zhou Heng's eyes, this white pill seemed to have life force, and quietly wiggled in his palm. After receiving the data from the system regarding magic powers, he saw the vitality in the pill. There were very few, but very fine, traces of magical energy in this pill. These energy were scattered in every fine dust that formed the white pill. This tiny dust was a parasite.

These parasites were catalyzed by magical energy. In other words, this pill was made by a Magus.

There was no doubt that the pill was created by the Magi of the Black Tower. Zhou Heng frowned. The strength in his hands gradually increased, and the pill was crushed into dust. The magical energy within the dust was sucked away by him, and the parasite that relied on magical energy to remain active also died silently.

Not only did the power of the Magus King not kill Zhou Heng, it had made him stronger.

Right now, Zhou Heng had already mastered a magic technique, his body was surrounded by a beautiful light purple energy. That purple energy was the poison left in his body by the Magus King, which was used to destroy his internal organs. Now, everything was taken out by Zhou Heng and turned into his own weapon.

The nearly completely pure light purple energy made the surrounding parasitic body and the huge monster quieten down. All the parasites were created by "Greed and the King of Sickle", and the energy was also from "Greed and the King of Sickle". All the parasites present expressed their surrender towards Zhou Heng, the new owner of the magical energy in the air.

But Zhou Heng would not avoid them. She died the same way Wang Ya did, the infection from the parasite not only devoured her flesh and blood, but also stole her soul. If she died, she wouldn't even have the chance to reincarnate.

Zhou Heng raised his right arm horizontally, his thumb and middle finger forming a ring.

Not long ago, he had been a stranger to magical energy, but now he could use this energy to clap his hands.

He flicked his finger in the air.

All the parasites fell. The countless parasites that formed this giant hybrid began to quickly fester, collapsing to the ground, turning into a pile of mud.

In just a split-second, he could take away all the activity of the parasites — the essence of these parasites was not flesh and blood, but baleful aura powered by magic. Once Zhou Heng took away the magical energy from these parasites, they would slowly return to their original state.

These black tendrils turned into liquid, flowing out from the seven orifices of the human corpse. It landed on the ground and slowly evaporated into black mist, which eventually disappeared into nothingness.

The battle was over.

In this battle, dozens of people lost their lives, only two remained, and Zhou Heng was the only one who benefited. But Zhou Heng wasn't happy in the slightest. On the contrary, he was furious. In the past, he had never been so angry when facing wandering souls or ghouls. His fury was not because he was severely injured and dying from Magus King's attacks, rather, it was because the person that he had decided to save had died right in front of him.

When Zhou Heng went to the base area of the Black Tower, the only person he wanted to save was Ding Ling. However, he had met Xu Lingshan, a woman who had only met him twice. Her attitude was not very good to him. You came and rescued her, didn't you? Zhou Heng had thought of this at the time. They had clearly brought her out, but they unfortunately met this group of infected people.

In the future, the Magi of the black tower would definitely regret provoking the person they should never have provoked today.

Ding Ling quietly walked to Zhou Heng's side. She was still wearing Zhou Heng's jacket, and her lower body was completely naked. She silently looked at Xu Lingshan, who was in Zhou Heng's embrace, and started crying.

Xu Yang was dead, Xu Lingshan was dead as well. All the people who were good to her were destined to leave her forever.

Ding Ling raised her arm and wiped away the tears in her eyes with force. The fever in her body had already subsided. The energy from spells could be used to destroy a person's body from the inside, as well as to dispel some common ailments.

"Who are they?" Ding Ling's voice was a little hoarse. In this period of time, she had cried too much.

"Black Tower." Zhou Heng did not hide this from her. She had the right to know this, "It's a group of Magi."

Ding Ling squatted and took out a phone from the corpse of one of the biking party s.

She made a call.

Five minutes later, the area would be cordoned off by gangs facing the sea, and the black traffic would arrive in neat rows, all for the return of the Dragon King's daughter.

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In the factory occupied by the black pagoda.

Magus King was still sitting on his bed, having just drank another cup of human blood. Now, he felt a warm power surging out from his stomach, gradually making his four limbs gain a weak strength.

Although these virgins were carefully selected after many days of fasting, it was still far from enough for Magus King.

Andrea stood by his bedside. Just a moment ago, he had already told Magus King about the matter regarding Zhou Heng.

"I think he's someone from Karakorum." Andrea revealed his guess. As far as he knew, there was only one organization in China called Kunlun that could cultivate decent cultivators.

Magus King shook his head, obviously disagreeing with Andrea's judgement.

"It doesn't matter who he is anymore," Magus King said flatly. "After taking my attack, he will definitely die."

Andrea immediately nodded his head in agreement. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. According to what he knew, Magus King was already severely ill, the reason why they travelled thousands of miles to search for Dragon Blood was precisely to treat Magus King's illness. However, from the looks of the attack Magus King used on Zhou Heng, it seemed that the serious illness did not weaken Magus King's power at all. A few bad rumors about the Magus King surfaced in Andrea's mind, he couldn't help but to nervously gulp down a mouthful of saliva.

Magus King looked at Andrea calmly. Andrea lowered his eyes, not daring to meet his gaze. Magus King's eyes were not sharp, but it seemed as if he had the ability to see through people's hearts.

"You suspect me." The Magus King said to Andrea, "You suspect that I'm faking it."

Andrea immediately knelt down on one knee. He did not dare to defend himself, because he knew the price of lying in front of the Magus King.

"I have eleven disciples," the Magus King said softly. "You are far from being the strongest out of the eleven, but you are the smartest."

Andrea remained silent as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. A black Sickle landed on his shoulder.

"Yes, you're right." Magus King's face suddenly revealed a strange smile, "I'm indeed pretending to be sick."