Looking at her bone whip, now completely stained red, a hint of doubt flashed in Hera's large, peach-pink eyes.
She reached out and grabbed the blood-stained bone whip, squeezing it tightly.
The bone whip, which should have been crushed, remained completely unharmed.
Hera seemed to realize something, and looked at the burly man's corpse with a sense of immense satisfaction.
Just as Hera was about to study it carefully...
The tall, thin man, wielding a blood-stained knife, charged forward in a flash.
Hera swung another bone whip at him without even turning her head, the one that wasn't stained with blood.
The tall, thin man slashed down with his sword.
With a snap, he easily cut the bone whip in half.
Hera realized something was wrong and turned to look at him, but her vision suddenly went up.
Then it quickly moves down to the ground and rolls twice.
Hera's head was chopped off by the tall, thin man.
The tall, thin man gripped the knife and breathed a sigh of relief; he had underestimated Hera.
I thought she was just a rich girl who grew up in the city and didn't know anything.
But unexpectedly, Hera was also a superhuman with terrifying abilities, and she showed no mercy when she attacked.
Although he lost a companion, he could at least give an account to the gods by obtaining the head of a pure person.
The tall, thin man turned around, preparing to pick up Hera's head.
But what came into view was not Hera's head and corpse, but a headless Hera still wielding a bone whip that was not stained with blood, attacking herself.
I carefully held the burly man's corpse with the red bone whip, not using it to attack.
The tall, thin man was shocked. Without thinking, he jumped back to dodge the attack and create distance.
Hera, however, was relentless. She leaped forward and quickly closed the distance between herself and the tall, thin man.
"Damn! How did you even see that you don't have a head?!"
The tall, thin man cursed angrily while continuing to jump backward.
Hera couldn't see anything at that moment, since her head had been cut off.
But the eyeball she threw on the ground at the beginning worked.
Her plant-like eyes stared unblinkingly at the tall, thin man and Hera herself.
The skilled man retreated sharply once more, simultaneously reaching into his pocket and pulling out a Molotov cocktail.
He then took out a lighter, lit it, and threw it at Hera.
Hera swung her bone whip, and the fragile Molotov cocktail shattered instantly.
The burning alcohol was sprayed onto the bone whip and also onto Hera.
The raging fire enveloped Hera, turning her into a human torch, and a burning sensation followed.
Hera, now headless, finds herself burning, and the fear of flames quickly overwhelms her.
The burning fire whips began to lash wildly in the air, and Hera lay on the ground, rolling around incessantly, trying to extinguish the flames.
The tall, thin man, who had been panicking, was stunned for a moment upon seeing this scene, and then immediately realized that Hera's weakness was her fear of fire.
He reached into his pocket again, pulled out a Molotov cocktail, lit it, and threw it over.
The flames, which Hera had almost extinguished, reignited, and Hera began to struggle again.
Seeing that Hera was indeed afraid of fire, the tall, thin man revealed a sinister smile.
He wanted to throw a few more Molotov cocktails at Hera, but found he had none left.
After thinking about it, he figured other firearms should be about the same.
Then, incredibly, he pulled a rocket launcher directly from his pocket!
Take out the rocket, install it, aim at the constantly rolling Hera, and press the trigger hard.
boom!
With an explosion of flames, it rose from Hera's body, the fire and thick smoke burying her figure.
The tall, thin man quickly reloaded the rocket and pulled the trigger again.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Several explosions rang out, turning the ground into a charred black.
The tall, thin man put down the rocket launcher, leaned against it, and wiped his sweat.
Looking at the thick smoke in front of him, he smiled smugly. He didn't believe Hera could survive such a violent explosion.
Even someone at the 'transcendent' level would be half-dead from such power.
Not to mention Hera, whose cultivation level seems to be only 'Royal Army'.
As the thick smoke dissipated, a figure engulfed in flames stood upright within it.
The tall, thin man's pupils contracted sharply, and then he began to tremble violently.
Impossible! She's still alive!
Hera, whose head had grown back, stared intently at the person in front of her.
Flames and explosions again!
Everything terrified Hera; the man before her had used attacks that could have killed her.
For the first time, Hera wanted to kill someone so much.
Pfft!
A bone whip burst forth from her body, this time growing directly from Hera's abdomen.
Without any time to react, they broke through the smoke and stabbed at the opponent at top speed.
The tall, thin man trembled as he loaded the rocket launcher, preparing to fire another shot.
But the bone whip had already reached him and destroyed the rocket launcher.
With a loud bang!
The rocket exploded the instant it was destroyed, and the tall, thin man was blasted to the side.
Hera grabbed the bone whip from her abdomen and yanked it off.
The soft bone whip appeared to straighten as if it had been taut the moment it was pulled down.
With a sudden jerk of his hands, the bone whip, as thick as a thigh and nearly ten meters long, was thrown at the tall, thin man.
A burst of blood mist exploded, and the tall, thin man's right hand, already charred black from the explosion, was shattered by the bone whip and stuck into the rock wall.
"Well!"
The tall, thin man collapsed to the ground in agony, clutching his missing right hand and sweating profusely.
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