Chapter 228 The Power of an Axe
After saying this, Damenlevsky took a deep breath.
His heart began to beat violently, powerfully and with impulsive passion.
The blood in the whole body is accelerating, constantly accelerating, and at the same time, the special energy in the blood is also stimulated.
A blood-red light shone through his body, burning like a blazing flame.
Damenlevsky was enveloped in blood-red flames, his eyes became increasingly fierce, and everyone could feel the anger, the violence, the rage that wanted to burn the world to ashes in his eyes.
This is why the hero clan is so powerful!
The power of blood!
All the wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The protruding flesh quickly dried and fell off, the wounds healed, and the holes in the chest and ribs caused by the horse spears grew granulation tissue, which continued to twist and grow, and recovered as before.
Even the broken arm grew back, and it looked exactly the same as before.
The battle axe was raised high in one hand, and from the grip of the hand, runes filled with ancient and mysterious aura lit up one by one and spread over the axe.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Thick white fog rose.
Even the extreme cold could not extinguish the scorching heat emanating from Damlevsky's body, and the ice and snow turned into steam in an instant.
The ice on the frozen ground melted quickly and turned into clear water, which penetrated deep into the ground, turning the hard land into wet and muddy.
But as the temperature continued to rise, the clear water that had just penetrated deep into the ground turned into steam and rose up. The land was baked and emitted white smoke, and the surrounding air was distorted.
When moisture is lost rapidly, the ground becomes dry and cracks appear on the ground.
Damenlevsky took a step forward like a demon walking out of magma.
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A deep footprint appeared on the ground, accompanied by smoke rising.
Bepta's body trembled, his blood and muscles shaking uncontrollably. It was the most uncontrollable warning coming from deep within his heart.
Must die!
escape!
If you don't escape, you will die!
All his senses were clearly conveying this message to him.
The human opposite him was no longer someone he could contend with.
It's no longer a combat level.
In his current state, he would be crushed to death by the other party like a bug.
The biggest crisis ever!
From the time he was born till now, Bepta had never experienced such a major crisis.
I have never seen such a terrifying warrior face to face.
Is he really a human being?
This question popped up in Bepta's mind again.
Is it really possible for humans to be so strong? Even a Void Lord would tremble in fear.
Unbelievable.
Even though every organ and every sense in his body told Bepta to escape, his pride refused to let him go.
As a powerful warrior, fleeing from the battlefield is the greatest humiliation!
He couldn't allow such humiliation to happen to him.
war!
"For the glory of the void!"
Facing the full-strength burst of Damenlevsky, Bepta felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. Being able to stand was already his greatest effort. He struggled to open his mouth, forcibly breaking through the pressure exerted on him by Damenlevsky, and roared with all his might.
The broken shell opened again, the transparent wings flapped, the void energy burst out, forming a jet state, pushing his body towards Damlevsky.
A smile appeared on Damenlevsky's face, a smile that contained arrogance, excitement, and respect for the enemy.
"You're a good opponent!"
As he spoke, he swung the axe with one hand.
A uniquely shaped battle axe with all runes activated fell from the sky.
Flames shot up into the sky, and a blood-red scar connected the sky and the earth!
boom!
Click, click, click…
At the last moment, Bepta raised his lance with both arms, met the battle axe, and swung his two swords at the same time.
The power of extreme cold burst out from the two swords, transforming into two ice-blue air blades that rushed towards Damlevsky.
Unfortunately, the air blade turned into gas and dissipated in the air as soon as it rushed out.
The bloody cut caused by the battle axe passed through the lance unhindered and went down.
Bepta stood still, holding his lance high in one hand and his swords in the other, maintaining the posture of swinging the swords.
The cut marks dissipated, and countless cracks appeared in the void, making a sound of space shattering.
Three seconds later.
A crack appeared on Bepta's body, and blue blood spurted out. The deep wound split him in half.
Damenlevsky swung his axe, let out a long breath, and the blood-red flames on his body immediately went out, and he returned to his normal human state.
He stared quietly at Bepta's fallen body and praised sincerely, "What a thrilling battle."
Fortress of the Dead.
Li Ziyu, who was eating melons in the cemetery, was dumbfounded.
What is this?
What the hell did I see?
Was that scene just now serious?
This isn't a magical world, it's a mysterious fantasy world, and a high-level martial arts one at that!
Li Ziyu had originally measured Damenlevsky's combat effectiveness and felt that the opponent was indeed strong, but if he mobilized all the undead, he would still have a chance to surround and kill him.
But now this axe made him feel that he was too naive.
So naive that I feel like a fool.
What kind of undead can withstand an axe like that from Damlevsky?
He saw it clearly just now, the void was split apart, and after the blood-red cut disappeared, a "tree" clearly appeared in the void!
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