"Come on, come on! Arenât you eager to kill me? Why are you hiding!"
Lu Wenwu sneered as he swung his fist, his voice terrifying like a roar from the Nine Netherworld.
The Plague Apostle, transformed into a whirlwind, continuously dodged, not daring to face the opponentâs fist directly.
A moment ago, he was struck by the Overlord Fist imbued with the Demon Godâs Spear.
If he hadnât transformed into wind to partially evade the attack in time, his right arm might already have been blasted into a rain of blood and flesh.
The Puppet Apostle was drenched in cold sweat, muttering to himself. Deep, esoteric incantations echoed, and a strange force suddenly erupted around him.
This bizarre power made him seem to be in a superimposed state of life and death, much like Schrödingerâs unfortunate cat.
In the next moment, the entire Xiaoshan began to tremble.
The tombstones in the cemetery collapsed one after another, and white skeletal claws covered with rotten flesh burst from the earth, each carrying immense power.
These corpses, long dead, were continuously resurrected by the Puppet Apostleâs power, their hollow eye sockets flickering with scarlet flames, turning them into undead monsters.
They possessed powerful strength and instinct like ordinary zombies but could not retain the consciousness they had in life.
For the deceased, this was a blessing.
Their souls could rest in peace.
Being trapped in their own bodies, witnessing their own slaughter, consuming their kin, watching their bodies decay day by day until they became mere bones.
This kind of desperate torment was enough to mentally collapse anyone.
The zombies gathered in the city seemed to receive some signal.
They began a collective sprint, like a hundred-meter dash, heading towards Xiaoshan where the cemetery was located, ignoring companions trampled into flesh.
The battle between Lu Wenwu and the three Apostles turned intense and heated from the start.
The Plague Apostle, continually assailed, was even slightly injured, almost unable to release his Disaster Possession state.
He attempted to poison Lu Wenwu with the plague.
But in the face of the combined might of three powerful flames, the plague wielded by the Plague Apostle was no more than a trick.
It couldnât even penetrate the barrier of Demon Fire and would be burnt to ashes mid-way.
The Plague Apostle, filled with rage and confusion, couldnât understand why, in a four-person battle, Lu Wenwu was relentlessly chasing after him?
In his desperation to survive, the Plague Apostle began to disregard everything.
The Xiaoshan beneath his feet surged endlessly, vast amounts of soil and rocks piled upwards, forming a gigantic human shape nearly ten feet tall like an Earth Giant.
The giant composed of rock and soil not only contained elements of nature, but even the resurrected dead and their graves were integrated into it.
The earthâs tremors continued and even intensified.
Just as Lu Wenwuâs heavy punch shattered half of the giantâs face, the overwhelmed ground cracked with deep fissures.
Roaring magma, squeezed by the earthâs veins, erupted and covered the giantâs body, making it even taller and stronger.
At this moment, it resembled a Legendary Creature known as the Molten Core Giant.
Its scorching fists struck heavily through the air, leaving a wave of searing heat in its wake.
With Demon Dragon Wings flapping behind him, Lu Wenwu executed an agile maneuver, landing directly on the Molten Core Giantâs foot, shattering it.
The surging magma roiled, enveloping countless zombies and undead rushing in from behind, causing them to scream in agony, bathed in flames.
A horrifying spell exploded on Lu Wenwu, but his movements were completely uninhibited, still as swift as lightning.
In a flash, Lu Wenwuâs blood bar almost emptied, leaving only one percent, but then rebounded spectacularly, skyrocketing at a phenomenal speed.
In this moment, terrifying brute force exploded, his arms, more powerful than the strongest construction machinery, tightly hugged the molten legs of the Molten Core Giant. Alarming fissures continuously formed on the earth.
How heavy could such a thirty-meter-tall Molten Core Giant be?
No one knew.
Perhaps a few thousand tons.
Or maybe several tens of thousands of tons.
The enhancements from several pieces of equipment erupted simultaneously, muscles flexing and straining, the blue-black Battle Pattern turned into a dazzling red-black in the rampant flow of Qi Blood.
With unparalleled strength gathered, Lu Wenwu let out a roar.
As the ground beneath shattered inch by inch, the human body unleashed incredible might.
The molten giant was lifted by Lu Wenwuâs sheer power, like the Overlord lifting a cauldron!
With overwhelming force and spirit!
Even though the Molten Core Giant wasnât as heavy as an actual mountain, it was astounding enough.
The Magic Apostle and Puppet Apostle were completely dumbfounded.
They never imagined that the Plague Apostleâs molten body could one day be physically lifted by a person!
The scorching lava had no power against Lu Wenwu.
The heavy body of the opponent roared like a large toy in his arms.
The Magic Apostle was utterly stunned.
For someone who always believed machinery and "magic" were superior to the human body, the scene in front of him was a severe blow to his worldview.
Breaking it into pieces!
"Such terrifying physical capabilities... Itâs impossible... Could this be the power of a human body rivaling a Demon God?" The Magic Apostle dispersed the spell in his hand, his Dao Heart near breaking, "Is this really a level the human body can achieve?"