Bai Du lowered his head, Andulusa raised his, and the two stared at each other for a moment.
Drill-head Grandpa, standing by, scratched his sunburned bald head and meekly said, "You said it’s over, so can I leave now?"
Bai Du’s eyes turned upwards sharply, his lips trembled, and his expression suddenly became extremely fierce: "Let you go? What a joke, you’re doomed, not even the creator can save you, I said it!"
The car manufacturing plant was near a river, and the beautiful beach by the riverbank was now unrecognizable, the trees turned to charcoal, and the sand melted into dull gray ’stones’.
And the culprit behind it all, the mentally impaired Great Flame Demon of the True Order Realm, was now standing in a giant pit, roaring at the sky with all its might.
Flames emanated from his body, forming a pillar of fire with intense heat.
On either side of the pit lay two dark-skinned men, Wu Liugen and Ghost Taker, both gasping for breath, large beads of sweat continuously dripping from their bodies.
Though they looked battered and had extensive burns, the injuries were not severe; at most, they had overused their Strength and felt an unpleasant emptiness.
But the Great Flame Demon standing and roaring at the center, though seemingly mighty, was actually at the end of its rope.
The destructive power of this Great Flame Demon was indeed strong; if it hadn’t been lured beside the river, its terrifying firepower would have been enough to completely incinerate a city.
Its internal Strength seemed endless; no matter what methods Wu Liugen and Ghost Taker used, they couldn’t deplete the creature’s Strength. Continuing the battle, the two would surely be exhausted to death by this Great Flame Demon.
Yet, the Great Flame Demon was powerful because of this Strength but also perished because of it. That irrational Strength had already burned its brain, and now, after excessive output, it was going to burn away its life.
Now it relentlessly emitted high-temperature flames, effectively releasing its own life force, and two minutes ago, the Great Flame Demon was already unable to move. It would keep releasing Strength until it died completely.
The Abyss Eye knew about the Great Flame Demon’s situation, so they regarded the Great Flame Demon as a disposable tool, as long as it could buy time for other demons to escape, it had served its purpose.
As time passed, the body of the Great Flame Demon gradually turned gray, finally becoming a mummified statue. Flames in blue and red burned in the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and skin cracks of the statue, as if they would never extinguish.
Wu Liugen asked Ghost Taker with gleaming eyes: "There’s no loot from this thing, just this corpse. How do we split it?"
Judging from the anomalies on the corpse, the cause of the Great Flame Demon’s peculiarity should still be on its body, and finding a way to utilize it would have considerable value.
"Half each." Ghost Taker extended his long tongue, licking his upper lip.
Wu Liugen eagerly took out a machete, preparing to split the spoils with Ghost Taker: "Alright, I’ll take the upper half, you take the lower half."
Ghost Taker stopped Wu Liugen: "No, it should be split from the middle."
Wu Liugen’s eyes twirled twice, considering and said: "Splitting from the middle works too, but you’ve got to let me de-root this corpse first, otherwise I’ll be itching for it..."
Ghost Taker was silent for a long time looking at Wu Liugen, ultimately not stooping to Wu Liugen’s level, and didn’t fight for the right to cut the root...
At the laboratory door, a robed figure was half-hung in the air, lifted by a large blood-colored hand.
"I’m sorry, I won’t dare to do it again."
The voice was muffled, but still faintly recognizable as Brookley’s accent.
However, this Brookley was no longer a Cauliflower Head, but a Cabbage Head; his face had been directly swollen by Xue Jiuyi.
"Guess what, what made me the angriest?" Xue Jiuyi asked while playing with the Magical Conch.
Brookley was about to cry: "I, I can’t guess."
"Can’t guess, that means you haven’t realized your mistake." Xue Jiuyi slapped him again and then asked the same question repetitively.
Their fight had no suspense.
It was simply that Brookley was overly confident, Brookley rushed in, and Brookley got caught...
Actually, Xue Jiuyi’s Strength in the True Sequence was considered strong; back then Wen Wen wouldn’t have been able to beat Xue Jiuyi if he hadn’t borrowed the Strength of the spear to prevent Xue Jiuyi from fully exerting his power.
And Brookley’s ability relied on a tenacious will, but as a researcher, he didn’t usually need to fight to the death, so he could only exert seven or eight tenths of his total Strength.
Compared to the battle-hardened Xue Jiuyi, Brookley was just a rookie.
Xue Jiuyi, as if carrying a dead fish, dragged Brookley toward the Central Temple.
He remembered Wen Wen’s explanation that this Brookley was a key target for attention; capturing him alive would surely earn him a reward from Wen Wen.
Gong Baoding released the Flame Bird form, with six or seven deep bloody holes on his body. He knelt on the ground, the blood dyeing the surroundings red. He didn’t release the form by choice but because he no longer had the Strength to maintain it.
On the other side, the Oil Man had turned into a slowly wriggling puddle, now too weak to form a humanoid, and could be easily ’sealed’ in a few mineral water bottles.
The charred body of Haris stood before the two, a sinister grin displayed on his leopard-face.
"I, Haris, am a principled demon, and I said earlier I would kill you both, so I will definitely kill you both."
Gong Baoding sighed, ready to close his eyes and await death when suddenly a glint flashed in his eyes, so he said to Haris:
"How about we make a deal? I know you demons like souls, as long as you agree to my terms, I’m willing to let you take my soul."
Haris narrowed his eyes: "Is it true?"
Before Gong Baoding could finish, behind Haris, a tall figure struck Haris with a swinging fist.
Haris snorted coldly, reached back to grab the figure by the neck, pulling him forward to immobilize him.
This was a two-meter-tall man wearing a set of luxurious armor in a foreign style, with disgustingly yellow-green skin.
When Gong Baoding suddenly mentioned selling his soul, it was to buy this man time to approach Haris.
Unfortunately, the man’s Strength was too weak, and even close to Haris, he was no match at all.
Haris sneered: "You are too stupid; how could such a disgusting thing possibly hurt me."
"Wait, this guy seems a bit too disgusting."
"No... what is this thing?"