634 Traitor (1/2)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Another loud crash took place. The two Black Clergy did not survive either, not even their bodies could be found.

Liu Ru, who was fighting against the other Cursed Beasts, was astounded.

Obviously, the crimson-red steel skeleton was Fang Gu's undead. If he actually used this skeleton to attack the people of Hua Village, not a single one would have been able to survive. The skeleton's strength was too overwhelming. Even the Warrior-level Cursed Beasts were killed in just a few blows!

As there were two lesser Cursed Beasts now, Liu Ru suddenly felt the pressure lifted off her shoulders. Meanwhile, the crimson-red skeleton seemed like it had yet to fully enjoy itself, and it continued to charge toward the Cursed Beasts and Dark Beast Monsters and butchered them...

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Little Flame Belle's crisp voice appeared beside Mo Fan's ear. She was telling Daddy Mo Fan that the new missile had been loaded, ready to fire at anytime!

Mo Fan's lips curled into a cold grin. He was staring at the female deacon, who was still trying to set up her defense.

An Advanced Magician?

He had never seen any Advanced Magician weaker than her!

Having more layers of defense would not make any difference, as long as they were not Advanced Spells. Little Flame Belle's Meteorite Fist could easily blast her into ashes!

The woman's face contorted when she saw the other brown flame rising from Mo Fan's body.

She could barely resist his fourth-tier Fiery Fist, but if Mo Fan were to attack with the Meteorite Fist that was equivalent to an Advanced Spell, even a few extra lives were not enough for her to survive.

Brown, red, the two flames combined together, it was none other than the combination of the Meteorite Fist from little Flame Belle's Possess and the fourth-tier Fiery Fist, the super Fiery Fist that had sent the Flesh Mound Corpse Official flying!

”Stop...stop it!”

As Mo Fan unleashed his murderous aura, a fairly timid voice appeared. ”I'm telling you to stop. Otherwise, your friend is going to die!” the voice grew firmer. He was grabbing onto a magical weapon which looked like a dagger.

The dagger was held right at Zhang Xiaohou's neck. It could easily slice Zhang Xiaohou's throat open.

Zhang Xiaohou's expression remained blank as usual. He did not show too much reaction even when a sharp weapon was held at his throat.

Mo Fan frowned and glanced at the person coldly.

”Hong Jun, what are you doing?!” snapped Su Xiaoluo furiously.

Chief Xie Sang was confused, too. He glanced at Hong Jun, who had suddenly grabbed Zhang Xiaohou and blurted out, ”Hong Jun, the Black Vatican are not good people either, what are you doing?”

”Chief, do you not understand still?” Mo Fan wore a mocking grin as he was able to see the truth with a single glance.