Chapter 504: Battle of Giants (1/2)
Our bored gamer could have escaped that but he doubted that he could keep up dodging a strike from a level 10 existence for long.
Thus, he ate the fist head on and without blinking an eye in the process. Clark was without a doubt very practical in his battle approach at this time.
”BOOM!” A broken body could be seen to be entombed several kilometers underground.
Our good gamer looked like scattered meat paste in the aftermath but a very curious thing happened in the next moment.
”WHOOSH!” A great suction whirl pooled around Clark's sad form and the energy in the world created a miracle for him.
The torn flesh was born anew and the gallon of blood that was spilled from him was once more caged into the perfect form of his smiling demon mask visage.
This op technique was of course brought about by the Divine Elephant Immortal Physique on our bored gamer's possession.
Not only did he gain immeasurable physical strength but he could also have an instant rebirth every single time he basically eats a fatal injury.
With this technique alone, Clark had the courage to face this level 10 existence and not just die on the spot early on.
”You pack a great punch for a loser.” Our bored gamer chuckled as his body levitated out from his premature burial site.
”Now it's my turn to send a gift on first meeting.” Clark smiled and held his weapon in his hands. This was of course the Ancient Mithril Spear which took the color of deadly silver.
The weapon trembled in unimaginable power while our avid gamer's own form exuded an everlasting crimson aura of fury around his body.
”Annihilate.” Our bored gamer uttered this word and threw his spear out into the distance.
”BANG!” Within seconds, a cosmic explosion occurred that evaporated an entire world from the very face of creation.
A change this huge was of course noticed by the myriad life forms in this universe.
”DING!”
”DING!”
”DING!”
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Nobody dared to come closer but the countless divine senses that scoured the ruins ran rampant at this time.
”Who could have made such a catastrophe to this world?” A level 9 cultivator murmured in his lonesome. He may be old but the vigor in his physique remained as strong as ever.
In his eyes eyes, one could see the vicissitudes of time. This old cultivator scanned the far location for any clues about this extremely destructive battle.
Fortunately enough, this cultivator and the rest of curious souls like him would get their answers soon enough after the dust settled in the eternal pull of space.
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”Do you just plan to stand there forever?” Clark asked as he gazed at a very old man before him. At once glance, this old monster was nothing incredible indeed.
On the contrary, he looked nothing more but a sad beggar on the streets. The old man was only wearing tattered clothes and a long white beard to show for his age.