One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 608 - 490: Before meeting me, you never knew what true despair was!_2

Unmatched will;

Unmatched strength;

Unmatched majesty!

After fully digesting the remains of the King Insect, Su Heng now towered over three hundred meters tall, his terrifying aura deep as the abyss, instantly filling the entire battlefield.

His scales were melted by the horrific power of the Godslayer Spear, with blood mixed with flame cascading downward in torrents.

Yet this did not make Su Heng appear disheveled; instead, it made this monster seem even more wild.

"It’s nothing personal," Su Heng sneered savagely, "but everyone present, all of you will die here today, no one is escaping." His arms spread wide, as if he wished to embrace the entire sky and earth.

Three hearts beat furiously within his chest, with blood coursing through his veins at a hundred kilometers per second.

He felt unprecedented bliss; the scent of blood and sulfur in the air made him shudder, his newly regenerated scales opening and closing with a loud metallic clank, playing a doomsday symphony.

To this symphony of despair, Ryan smeared his own blood on his longsword.

Within the traditions of the Demon Descendants, every king before his death must leave behind a poem of demise. Some reach enlightenment and release, some can’t let go of regrets, some summarize their life’s accomplishments. And Ryan’s poem of demise had been prepared long ago, when he left the land of his youth—

’Perhaps for not knowing dreams, wandering souls chase after illusions. I am like the reed’s edge by the river, light after light, vanished with the wind.’

"Now that I am awake from the dream, it’s time to say farewell!" Ryan grasped his sword with both hands, shifted his weight down, closed his eyes and reopened them, revealing nothing but brilliant white where his pupils once were. His life force blazed fiercely; his aura skyrocketed, with streams of white energy spiraling outwards, and his black cape like a war banner on the iron plains, fluttering nonstop in the cold wind!

"Ancestors above, in today’s battle, if I do not succeed, I shall sacrifice myself for righteousness!"

"Kill!"

There’s nothing more to say.

The struggle between monsters and monsters has no retreat; only by thoroughly annihilating one side and reducing them to blood and ash can it truly end.

The horn of war was blown by Ryan, the last of the Demon Descendants, as he swung both arms, a heaven-piercing white light instantly appeared on the battlefield. Like the mythic Buzhou Mountain collapsing, or Moses parting the seas, it struck towards Su Heng with unbelievable force, the sharpness contained within even caused the Black Dragon-like monstrous king to take a slight step back.

"You think I am afraid? Hahahaha!"

His laughter echoed across the battlefield, scattering a few clouds above.

"I can feel the determination in your blade, but this world is cruel, the hatred of the weak brings no pity, only laughter."

Boom!

Su Heng’s fingers spread wide, and his gigantic, twisted Black Dragon claw reached forward.

The sword light, thick as a celestial pillar, lasted less than an instant in Su Heng’s grasp before being torn apart.

The violent backlash shattered the air, streaks of white energy like whips wielded by deities, enveloped the battlefield in an instant. The ground exploded in layers, with large swathes of lava and fiery rain splashing everywhere. An immense force slammed into Ryan, and he felt the world around him elongated into numerous black lines, as his body was flung horizontally, breaking through over a dozen mountains.

Bang!

The ground shook, murderous intent overwhelming.

On the burning ground within the towering curtain of fire, Su Heng’s colossal figure pressed forward.

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"Kill!" The Star-casting Golden Dragon, transformed from Kulika, flapped its wings and dove forward, but in terms of size, they were not too disparate.

Yet, in terms of power, they were on completely different dimensions.

Boom!

A thunderous noise.

Su Heng stood firmly on the ground, his feet sinking slightly.

But the full-force strike of the Star-casting Golden Dragon was completely blocked, followed by a piercing pain.

Su Heng’s face was filled with brutality, as he bit into Kulika’s shoulder and, with a forceful grip of his hand, tore off a gigantic wing like ripping paper. The wing was golden, the blood from the wound pouring out like a waterfall off a cliff, forming dark red pools on the ground.

Kulika let out a painful roar, the sound making Su Heng shiver with delight.

Lifting, then smashing!

He pinned the great Golden Dragon to the ground.

Stomping one foot after another, harshly onto its body.

The ribs that supported the body broke, organs burst open, and the majestic chin was crushed, with scorching blood spraying hundreds of meters high.

"Monster, release my brother!" Jialuo, in the form of a giant bat, charged from behind and leapt onto Su Heng’s shoulder.

His Trident fell upon Su Heng like raindrops, but Su Heng didn’t care.

The damage inflicted by this creature was too trivial, a mere irritation.

Whoosh!

Another black glow burst at the edge of the sky.

The Dark Arc Blade appeared before Su Heng, and he initially didn’t plan to dodge, but a sense of danger suddenly exploded in his mind.

Although not strong, very few things could harm him with his current physique. This Dark Arc Blade was clearly a Divine Artifact of ancient origin.

Clang!

Su Heng flicked with a finger, a sound like a grand temple bell exploding.

The Dark Arc Blade vibrated as it was deflected, tracing a perfect arc before returning to the hands of the Revenge Daughter.