Suddenly, Fagga stepped aside.
The sunlight shone down like a sharp sword, its blinding light causing the butcher on the dead end to feel pain, and he instinctively raised his large hand to block it.
What Fagga wanted was that one instantaneous time difference!
call!
A hurricane swept in, and Dead End Butcher instinctively threw a punch. The surface of his fist exploded with the brilliance of ether, even changing the color of space, as if it were distorted.
However, it missed.
The Dead End Butcher stiffly lowered his head and saw Fagga lying on the ground, looking up at him and smiling, his scarlet eyes flashing with a soul-devouring light.
Bang!
Fagar closed in, shattering the ground with a single stomp. His once pale human hand sprouted sharp blades, covered in dark red flames.
One claw!
Two claws!
The butcher on the dead end staggered backward, ten wounds appearing on his chest, flames flickering and burning.
Under Fagar's vampire vision, the Dead End Butcher's etheric reaction suddenly boiled over, but the etheric activity gradually decreased.
It's like life force turning into fuel, adding bricks and tiles to the flame!
"...hehe!"
"Death countdown begins!"
Fagar closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, waiting for the Butcher of the Dead Road to roar before unleashing a punch.
Fagar drifted to the right on its wings, dodging the angry punch while retaliating with a claw strike. Five claw marks appeared on the Dead Road Butcher's right arm.
Even the Etheric Alien, Dead Road Butcher, could not bear the pain and roared angrily.
He clenched his fist and slammed it down, the force of which increased even more!
Han!
The Butcher of the Dead End was startled, and the core of his skeleton suddenly shrank.
What did it see?
It's...it's blocked?
He blocked it with just his wings?
How is that possible!
But that's the reality: one of Fagar's wings was firmly pressed against the Butcher of the Dead Road's fist, and the two were locked in a stalemate.
"You'd be better off working on a construction site, mixing mortar; you don't need to do this for me."
With a wave of his hand, Fagar unleashed a powerful wing strike, pushing the Butcher of the Dead Road's massive hand back.
At the same time, Fagga lunged forward with ghostly speed.
Even though the Dead End Butcher threw several punches in a frenzy, he only managed to hit the lingering shadow of Fagar.
As for Fagga's true form, it had already come close to him.
Suddenly, Fagga grabbed the butcher's right arm with his left hand.
The Dead End Butcher was utterly bewildered. It was already on the verge of losing control due to its anger, and the scorching heat of the flames gave it a final push. It no longer cared about anything.
So it raised its left hand to slap down.
Fagar glanced at it, then suddenly exerted force with his left hand, lifting his entire body up.
With a flap of its broad wings, Fagar did a somersault and landed upside down on the shoulders of the Dead Road Butcher.
boom!
The Dead End Butcher missed his target, punching his own elbow but hitting nothing.
It angrily turned its head to search for Fagga's trail.
At this moment, Fagar had already flipped over behind it, to a position that was difficult for it to reach with its four arms.
"These two arms, they must have just grown back, right?"
Fagga spoke in a low voice, his eyes growing redder and redder, the corners of his mouth turning up at an increasingly mad angle, and occasional silly laughter escaping his lips.
The Butcher of the Dead End sensed something was terribly wrong. With a flash of his core, even his anger was barely extinguished. Reason resurfaced, and he quickly urged his body to turn around.
But it was too late!
With a swift movement of his hands, which bent like hooks, Fagar created hundreds of claw marks on the back of the Dead Road Butcher in just a few seconds.
Blood flowed like rivers, and etheric matter erupted like a geyser, a scene of utter carnage. The Butcher of the Dead Road screamed in anguish, momentarily losing all ability to resist, and knelt on one knee.
Snap!
Fagga's claw-like hands slammed down on the back of the Dead Road Butcher's large hands at the base.
Suddenly, the Dead End Butcher's eyes flashed, and he turned around in disbelief, watching as Fagar embedded his fingernail into the ground.
"roar!!!!"
"roar!!!!"
"roar!!!!"
The butcher on the dead end howled incessantly, his large hands pounding the ground with all his might, his fingertips digging into the earth and scraping off two layers of soil, making a grating sound.
But this did not change the outcome. Fagar spread his arms, and with a snap, the two arms of the Dead Road Butcher were torn off from behind.
puff!
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