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Chapter 348 Emperor Shiyuan VS Hoba!

In the Tower of Swords, guns and cannons roared, almost blowing off the top of the entire tower.

Countless gun barrels and energy weapon launch ports materialized around the emperor. He even materialized an army, an army of people with special abilities.

Compared to the zombie army of the dead, any ordinary soldier in the emperor's army of capable people has an ability level above B.

Although its duration is limited, it is still a very powerful fighting force in the secular world.

With the Great Emperor, the types of abilities he could use were no longer limited. A sky full of fire, rain, frost, giant rocks, and vines, along with constant explosions and intense heat, bombarded Hoba one after another.

A human-shaped shadow that did not belong to this era appeared in the sky. The shadow pointed at Hoba and said: Divine punishment!

The thunder from the sky plowed over Huba's head.

Then a huge strong man with a green face and fangs appeared, holding a huge axe and chopped towards Hoba. The handle of the axe alone was as big as a tower.

Giant beasts the size of mountains, golden poisonous bees that obscure the sky and sun, sonic attacks whose sounds are heard but not seen—

Sleeping in the long river of history, high-end combat forces of various eras and outstanding heroes of various civilizations took turns to attack Hoba.

In just a few seconds, the top of the tower was torn to pieces.

Hoba, on the other hand, simply stood there quietly, allowing the attacks to fall upon him, his clothes all imbued with the "sturdiness" property.

The attack manifested by the emperor was two or three points less powerful than its original one.

But it was just these two or three points, just a step away from breaking Hoba's iron body.

And Hoba's thick eyebrows were twisted into a knot.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Huoba just felt that the emperor in front of him didn't look like he wanted to fight.

In short, the attacks he manifested were only enough to tickle himself. As a god ruling over an entire civilization, it was impossible for him to be limited to this level.

The emperor was able to answer his questions at first, but as the battle deepened, the emperor stopped talking.

Hoba strode forward, directly scattering the flames and thunder in the sky, and walked straight towards the emperor.

Some materialized elite warriors blocked Hoba's way, but were slapped away by him.

"Since you are unwilling to fight properly, then be prepared to be beaten by me." He raised his fist high, and the power of space in his body resonated with his iron body.

The light around him dimmed in an instant, and seemingly invisible gaps in space appeared around him.

Any storms, flames, lightning, and boulders that approached were sucked into the space cracks; any elite warriors and outstanding heroes who wanted to get close were destroyed by the space energy.

With the high-frequency vibrations at full power, the surrounding scenery was covered in afterimages caused by the rapid tremors. The sword tower began to crumble under the vibrations, and fragments, dust, and debris fell down in a flurry.

The people below were frightened and fled in all directions, but the devout tribal warriors drew their weapons and charged towards the tower.

Desperate women, weeping children, and praying elders all watched helplessly as the tower symbolizing the God of All Nations collapsed.

"Fall down." Huba threw a punch!
The area within a radius of hundreds of meters became dark, as if the entire space could not bear the weight.

But the next second, a white hand pierced into Hoba's body, breaking his "firmness", his iron body, and his belief in victory.

The owner of the hand looked like a hero from an unknown civilization. He wore a mask with long horns and gray clothing, hiding among the many elite warriors who had appeared in various forms.

He imitated the elite warriors who staggered due to the force of space, quietly approached Huba, and then attacked suddenly.

The intense pain caused a fine layer of cold sweat to break out on Huoba's forehead. He attacked with both hands, and the attacker instantly collapsed. When he reappeared, he was already beside the emperor. The attacker slowly took off his mask, revealing a familiar face.

It’s Siwon.

The original body of Shiyuan! Not the projection that appeared after the Reformer was killed!

He, an S-class expert who has been in history for thousands of years, actually carried out a sneak attack.

A smile appeared on his elegant face. Looking at the wound on Huoba caused by his decomposition ability, he said slowly:
"Didn't you say to let my real body come? I'm here now."

The emperor beside him also showed an involuntary bitter smile on his face:

"I told you to kill me quickly."

Huoba frowned, thought for a while, and tilted his head: "So, you are in the same group?"

The emperor shook his head. "If you don't have the strength to fight two of us alone, you'd better run away. Otherwise, you might end up like me."

Huoba scratched his head: "Although I'm not quite sure what happened to you now, it doesn't seem good."

His muscles contracted forcefully, suppressing the bleeding. However, his kidney seemed to have been broken down in half. Moving it pulled at the wound, causing a piercing pain.

"I don't think I can win." Huoba wrapped his clothes around the wound and took a fighting stance.

"But I'll try my best."

He was telling the truth. Siyuan possessed three S-level abilities. Adding the Emperor, he would most likely be in trouble.

But he has always been a straightforward person, and he will not surrender even if he cannot win.

For him, what is more terrifying than death is spiritual collapse without a fight.

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village.

After the weapon ghost's body disintegrated, the concentration of life energy within the wrath ghost also dropped significantly. It barely reached the edge of being extremely dangerous. Compared to the several apostles blessed by the War Core in the Lu'an region, the apostles blessed by the Emperor himself were much stronger.

Xiao Yun's face lit up with joy, and he almost laughed out loud: "Master Wu Wei succeeded?"

She rubbed her hands together, her eyes gnawing at the angry ghost and the waiter. Under her control, the mountain vultures were poised to attack from below; the giant sandworm lurking underground quietly raised its head; the golden thread snake beside her ear arched its body, ready to strike at any moment.

Chi Ping was not as excited as Xiao Yun, but felt vaguely uneasy.

Given Huoba's personality, he probably wouldn't just kill someone. Even if communication wasn't possible, Huoba would still bring the person over. He had spatial abilities, so as long as he could subdue the person, it wouldn't be difficult for him to get the person over.

The safest way now is to go see Huoba and clarify the situation. As for these apostles and servants, they can be dealt with at any time and in any way, there is no rush.

But Xiaoyun seemed to be unable to help himself!

All I heard was her suddenly whistling a melodious whistle, and then——

The mountain vulture swooped down from the sky like a sharp arrow!

The sandworm on the ground opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and swallowed upwards!
Even the golden snake wrapped around its ear shot towards the courtyard like a beam of black light!
Xiaoyun took action, but her target was not the angry ghost. Instead, the spider pinned in her hair told her that someone had entered the courtyard.

The appearance, the force of stepping on the spider silk and the smell it emits all look like an old rival!
Xiaoyun said to Chi Ping with a serious face:

"Sir, the Convert has come!"

(End of this chapter)