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Holy crap! That old man's yelling is so slutty...

Zhu Mingyao, hidden in the distance by the [Six Earthly Branches Concealing Form Method], watched this scene from afar. It was as eye-searing as a Bulgarian demon king's hot dance. He muttered to himself with a black line on his face.

Such a passionate shout paired with that aha face would be captivating on a cute young girl; but on a gloomy, gaunt old black man, it was simply breathtaking!

That's enough to make someone's soul fly away!

It's just stealing someone's anger to fill your own void, is it really necessary to feel this good? Your expression is so exaggerated...

The voodoo sorcerer, who was immersed in unparalleled pleasure, naturally couldn't hear Zhu Mingyao's inner grumbling.

At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind—

Yes! I want more!

More!

We need even more energy!

From deteriorating internal organs to numb nerves.

From dry, wrinkled skin to atrophied muscles.

Every inch of the body, every cell, screamed hoarsely:

give me!

Give me more life force!

After tasting the delicious flavor and feeling the immediate changes in his body, old Bob suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes, which had turned red at some point, rolled around, casting a drooling gaze at the remaining prisoners in the corner.

Once I absorb their life force, I can not only regain my youthful body, but also further improve my strength, right?

No longer needing Quinn's encouragement, the old black man ripped open his shirt in a fit of rage, revealing a tuft of pale, dry chest hair and skin that had regained some of its luster. He exhaled a heavy breath of blood and strode toward the prisoners.

Okay, very good...

Quinn's body trembled with joy as he watched the old black man's retreating figure with satisfaction.

Another companion has been born...

Most of what he just said was true. He and the being behind him didn't need any organization or faith, nor did they need to control others.

All they need to do is spread the secret techniques to those superhumans who are already harboring resentment, and a series of chaotic sparks will automatically ignite.

All they wanted was the flame itself.

This is not a conspiracy, but an open strategy.

No one can resist the temptation to regain their youth.

Once you can't help but use this secret technique, you will naturally be branded with the mark of the source of power. Every time you absorb life force in the future, a portion of it will be automatically sacrificed and returned to that being!

There were no traps, no tricks, it was fair and reasonable, yet it was all the more deadly.

However, the effect of the secret technique... well, it's a little different from what old Bob imagined.

As he continues to kill and devour, he will find that the efficiency of absorbing life force is getting lower and lower, and the number of sacrifices required for each sacrifice is getting higher and higher. In order to fully restore his youth, he will have to find more sacrifices.

And that number is exponentially larger!

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight... until infinity.

How many lives would be needed to restore his youth at his age?

Five hundred thousand or one million?

Haha, I bet Black people can't even figure it out with their math skills.

...Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. Once the caster takes this step, there is no turning back.

We can only continue according to their plan, stirring up more bloodshed and turmoil.

Keep the federal lackeys busy running around!

……

The situation is not good; we probably can't delay any longer.

Seeing old Bob approaching the captured agents with a slightly manic air, Zhu Mingyao's heart tightened. He made up his mind to launch a surprise attack first, rescue as many as he could, and then turn around and slip away to avoid being surrounded.

As for hunting down the Native American wizard Quinn, that can only be put on hold for now. At worst, I can call back home, swallow my pride, and beg the old man to find a senior who is good at divination to break Quinn's spell of evading detection. Then the authorities will naturally come to capture him, and I can just join in and steal the kill.

Without hesitation, Zhu Mingyao tiptoed and cautiously approached, his fingers fumbling on the tactical belt at his waist before picking out an alchemical grenade—a mixture of silver powder compound and white crystal fragments—that could produce a violent flash of positive energy.

As usual, if you want to get a chicken dinner tonight, start by throwing a flashbang!

He weighed the grenade in his hand, estimated the distance in his mind, slipped his middle finger into the pin, held his breath, and slowly raised his hand...

"Boom——"

A small patch of white light and shadow splashed out like ripples on water!

Hmm, are grenades really that weak?

Wait, I haven't lost it yet!

Zhu Mingyao looked sharply into the field and saw old Bob clutching a long, bloody wound under his ribs, dodging left and right in a disheveled state.

Beside him, the air was blurry, flashes of silver light appeared, as if an invisible enemy was frantically stabbing at him with a sharp blade.

The protective spell that old Bob hastily cast flickered and trembled, on the verge of collapsing.

Once he realized what was happening, Bob roared and spread his thick arms. His pale tattoos instantly bloomed and spread, forming a set of psionic armor, and he pounced forward quickly.

Judging by his speed, he might not be able to arrive in time.

Just as Quinn's expression changed and he was considering whether to intervene to save the old black man, the silver light that had been chasing and slashing around him suddenly disappeared. Instead, a cold glint silently appeared in the void behind him!

The next moment, blood spurted out.

Quinn stared in shock and rage at the dark blade protruding from his chest, his facial muscles contorted, and he let out a furious howl.

As he howled, the eerie purple flames swaying in mid-air suddenly intensified, and the cave was suddenly illuminated. A beam of intense purple demonic light shot down, outlining a slender figure.

The figure let out a soft "Eh," drew its sword, retreated, and turned, blurring again as if it would disappear in an instant.

But the men, already enraged, were not about to allow him to escape.

A series of black mists, phosphorescent flames, and blood-red light immediately blasted upwards, forcing a lithe figure dressed in a black tight-fitting leather suit out of the void.

Chapter 105 Chaotic Battle 1

A figure appeared, and it turned out to be a pretty girl with thin eyebrows, black hair, and wearing a tight leather outfit.

Uh, girl.

After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, Zhu Mingyao remembered his current age and rationally changed his form of address.

The sudden and unexpected turn of events had startled not only the attackers but also him.

With the [Flying Eagle General] by his side, who was skilled at breaking illusions, and his Heartfire Divine Power to perceive emotions, he still didn't notice anyone lurking.

This shows that the other party not only has a very high level of stealth ability, but also perfectly conceals their killing intent, without leaking out at all.

If she were to launch a surprise attack, he would likely be caught off guard and have no choice but to rely on his pre-cast defensive spells to withstand the blow before attempting a counterattack.

With a nimble roll, the woman in black dodged the various magical abilities that were attacking her, and with a stylish one-handed brace, she sprang into the air.

Despite being tightly wrapped in a tight leather outfit, her ample bosom trembled slightly during the vigorous movements.

Hmm, this person should be a friend, not an enemy!

Zhu Mingyao made a judgment immediately!

The reason, of course, is not because of those two big, evil lumps on his chest; he's not some kind of chest-obsessed alien.

Rather, it was because the other party's act of stepping forward was clearly intended to stop old Bob from continuing the sacrifice, thus missing a better opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

She could have struck while old Bob was engrossed in performing a secret ritual on the obsidian altar, cutting open the victim's chest to retrieve his heart.

Given the old sorcerer's frail physique and clumsy skills as a magic-based superhuman, there was a high chance that she would severely injure him, or even kill him with a single blow—the simple-looking, dull-looking elbow-length dagger she was holding tightly in her hand was clearly no ordinary object.

Zhu Mingyao's mind raced, and the situation on the battlefield changed just as quickly.

Old Bob, who had narrowly escaped death, clearly had no intention of wasting any more words with the enemy who had almost taken his life.

With a ferocious expression, he bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of thick, bloody yellow phlegm onto a piece of black candle lying at his feet.

May you be stung by a wasp.

May you be bitten by a venomous snake.

May mosquitoes, flies, and maggots surround your entire body all day long.

May you fall into a long sleep, and never wake up!

Amidst the vicious curses, the black candles melted rapidly, and wisps of black smoke rose up, coalescing into a dark cloud that pressed towards the woman. Within the mist, there was a rustling sound, as if countless poisonous insects were fluttering and darting about.

At the same time, Bob's muscles bulged, like an angry rhinoceros, and he strode forward with heavy steps. His arms were outstretched, and a rich, grayish-white aura extended from the tattoos on his arms, forming the shape of spiked gauntlets. He pounced menacingly from the side.

The dark, gloomy mist was clearly not a good sign, so the woman in black dared not get involved rashly. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her slender, supple waist swayed rapidly, leaving three or four afterimages in her wake. Like a professional gymnast, she nimbly performed several difficult evasive maneuvers, dodging Little Bob's attack and quickly retreating towards the cave's exit.

"Want to escape?"

Quinn snorted coldly, and several black and red fleshy ropes emerged from the ground, wildly lashing out and blocking the enemy's escape route.

With no way forward and pursuers behind, the woman in black had no choice but to grit her teeth and use her agility to dodge and weave through the enemy's storm of attacks.

Although she seemed safe for the time being, she was actually in a dangerous situation. The space inside the cave was neither small nor large, and the young woman could not hide like this forever. In particular, judging from her appearance, she should be an assassin or some other extraordinary profession. Facing the enemy head-on was probably not her forte.

Just as Zhu Mingyao was about to lend a helping hand, he suddenly felt the [Six Earth Hidden Forms Method] on his body shake, and the structure of the spell suddenly collapsed.

It turns out that when Quinn activated the Dark Purple Flame to break the woman's invisibility spell, it also affected Zhu Mingyao's side. The fact that the [Six Earth Concealing Form Technique] could hold out until now was thanks to his recent progress in cultivation.

At the junction of the grotto and the mine tunnel, another person suddenly appeared. The eyes of the people fighting on the field swept over at the same time, and their attacks instinctively slowed down.

Is that you? X3

Apart from the woman in black, the other three recognized the boy immediately.

Unlike the Bob brothers' simple astonishment, Quinn, who had been standing by without making a move after summoning the flesh rope to intercept, suddenly writhed and swelled up, transforming into a huge, illusory wolf head that rose up with a long, smoky tail and lunged at Zhu Mingyao!

He knew this Asian kid had a bunch of weird tricks up his sleeve and was very difficult to deal with, so without saying a word, he decided to strike first.

The unexpected exposure disrupted Zhu Mingyao's original plan. He cursed under his breath and had no choice but to change his tactics. With his right hand, he swung the peach staff into a ball of clear light to hold the wolf's head, while with his left hand, he flicked and sent three alchemical grenades flying into the arena like meteors.