One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 616 - 493 This is Our World_3

His eyes were vacant, his mouth constantly opening and closing with a clicking sound, like a broken puppet.

A few breaths later.

Under Su Heng's icy gaze, the other's body exploded.

Like magnificent fireworks, a heavy rain of blood scattered.

"Too weak, killing you so easily is no different from stepping on an ant on the road. Even in the Realm Lord Realm, you are two whole realms behind Ryan." Su Heng's mouth twisted into a grin, his body shook. As thick smoke billowed out from the cracks in the Scale Armor, his body gradually shrank, and the aura on him plummeted rapidly.

In just a moment, he returned to a height of three meters and six, his upper body naked, muscles distinctly outlined, like stone carvings, the trapezius muscles on both sides of his neck bulged high, standing like an iron tower on the blood-red scorched earth.

Including Algres, the remaining Demon Descendant Realm Lords showed surprise on their faces.

No one knew what kind of trick this monster was playing.

Crack!

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He shook his head, hopping in place.

A series of crisp sounds came from his body.

"Crushing a stinkbug on the ground only disgusts me, doesn't bring any sense of achievement. I'll give you a chance, one-tenth of my power, sheer brutality. If you can defeat me, I'll spare the lives of your tribesmen."

Su Heng crooked his finger, a cruel smile on his face, "But you must be quick, every minute, every second, your people are being slaughtered. If you don't want your last hope to be exterminated, then show me your limit!"

"You!"

A Demon Descendant with horns on its head, thick at the base and thin at the tip, resembling a standing bull, flushed with rage.

He breathed out a thick white smoke from his nostrils, his teeth grinding loudly in anger.

Boom!

The ground beneath his feet exploded.

In the instant the dust spread, his muscular body turned into a straight black line, like a mad bull, hitting Su Heng's chest hard. The ground immediately cracked, forming a narrow chasm, the rumbling sound incessant. He roared, exerting force, pushing Su Heng forward with all his might, smashing him against a melting mountain in the distance.

"Monster, what do you take human lives for! Are our people your toys!"

The blazing mountain burst open with a deafening sound, amidst the sky full of dust. His face distorted fiercely, his knees one after another, hitting Su Heng's chest with all his might.

Swoosh!

A black iron chain descended from the sky, wrapping around Su Heng's thick neck.

A Demon Descendant girl, clad in leather and slender in figure, fell from the sky, her long legs twined around Su Heng, as she tightened her grip, while her elbow fiercely smashed against Su Heng's Heavenly Spirit, striking his vital points.

Su Heng tried to struggle to his feet, but two more Demon Descendants quickly came forward, pulling the chains taut, firmly trapping Su Heng's hands.

Algres, with a blade in each of his four hands, appeared behind Su Heng without a sound.

Like a hunting spider, silently thrusting towards Su Heng's chest and abdomen.

On the scorched and blistered ground.

The few remaining Demon Descendant Realm Lords surrounded Su Heng, each grinding their teeth with indescribable rage on their faces, wanting to tear him to shreds, flay and dismember him. They used every means possible, burning their lives, pouring their fiercest rage onto Su Heng. Every attack was powerful enough to split mountains and burn seas, now pouring down like a fierce storm.

In times of despair, no matter how they attacked, Su Heng's aura remained undiminished; on the contrary, his thunderous laughter became even more rampant.

"Not enough, not enough! Is that all you've got? You are such a disappointment!"

"Boom!"

As a fire pillar shot into the sky, an intense explosion occurred.

The vigorous Power that Su Heng ignited was overwhelming, instantly disintegrating two Demon Descendants who were too close to him. Feeling the rapidly rising temperature around them, a sense of imminent crisis overwhelmed them. The two Demon Descendants, holding chains, felt like lost souls, trying to withdraw. But it was too late. With a flip of his hands, Su Heng forcefully pulled, tightening the chains and yanking them back.

Snap!

Two crisp sounds nearly overlapped.

His arms spread wide, his hands shadowing the sky, he crushed the heads of the two with his bare hands.

Blood spurted into the air, splashing all over Su Heng, the crimson liquid trickling down his chin, neck, and the chiseled grooves of his chest muscles, causing his originally dark, matted hair to clump together. Step by step, Su Heng walked forward, under Algres' muddled gaze; the enormous shadow, indescribable charisma, and the world ablaze with crimson... In this moment, Su Heng was almost indistinguishable from the legendary supreme demons of lore, perhaps even surpassing them.

He clenched his teeth, struggling to rise from the ground, but acute pain shot through his lower body as Su Heng crushed Algres' kneecaps.

Algres reached out helplessly, struggling to grasp the blade that had fallen before his eyes.

Swoosh!

Accompanied by a couple of glaring white flashes.

All four of Algres' arms were chopped off and he lay in a pool of blood, shiny as a mirror.

Rumble!

Thunder sounded, rain began to fall.

Algres' gaze went empty, vacantly watching thousands of raindrops elongate as they plunged into his world. Surrounded by the constant noise of rain, he imagined himself lying on soft grass, staring at the sky, falling.

"Ah, you can't run away from me now." Su Heng sneered, stepping on his abdomen, applying pressure slowly.

Watching the scarlet blood spray from the wounds and severed limbs, mingling with the rainwater.

With a squelch!

He crushed the lower half of Algres' body underfoot.

Then he bent down to grip his throat, lifting Algres like rubbish.

At this point, Algres was barely conscious, his eyes vacant, his ruined face showing neither sadness nor pain, just a hint of confusion.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?" Su Heng asked with interest, a smile appearing on his face.

For him, the sensation of a strong life slowly slipping away in his hands was more deeply satisfying than the taste of a cool, fine wine.

"We were already leaving, why pursue to the bitter end?" Algres looked up at the dim sky, his voice soft.

"Simple, this world belongs to us, and in our world, there is only destruction and war." Su Heng answered calmly, and then he crushed his throat.