Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 663

Chapter 663: Chapter 301: The Giant Turtle Roars to the Sky, Battle Demon God_2

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But the Candle Dragon Giant Beast leading the way was a liability; while swimming through the sea, it tended to abruptly stop and zone out, as if its thoughts had suffered a system crash.

Even if the Thunderflame Emperor Dragon gave it a swipe that sent it flying, it would need a moment to gather its wits again.

Facing this situation, the Thunderflame Emperor Dragon had pretty much abandoned the idea of “eating” the talents of the Red Beast during its fifth evolution.

It certainly didn’t want to develop dementia at the young age of “one.”

In fact, when this giant beast chose to join the Dragon Palace, the Thunderflame Emperor Dragon had no intention of eating it, or to put it more precisely, it never planned to absorb its talent.

Although the beast’s abilities were strong, its defects were substantial.

It could only use its Elemental Talent abilities during the day and its physical body strength at night. Though both were increased by more than a dozen folds, they were too one-dimensional.

Compared to the Candle Dragon’s talent, the potential for Gigantification—which could stack with other talent abilities—was much stronger.

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In the morning, as darkness receded, Jack Clark, who had been cultivating in a seated position all night, slowly opened his eyes, the Sky Element Stone in his hand now turned to dust and scattered.

After a night of cultivation, the realness of the Combat Shadow had increased by +3%.

On the side, Jane Aiken was sitting cross-legged under a small tree at the edge of the hillside, still cultivating. Sharp Sword Intent swirled around her, her clothes and long black hair fluttering without wind.

In the distance down the hillside, Gabriella had already risen and stood atop the enormous arm of her Mecha, clad in blue worker’s clothes, busily hammering and tinkering.

Looking at the Black and White Mecha loaded with many heavy firepower modules, Jack Clark was somewhat puzzled, “Gabriella, is your Mecha not yet upgraded?”

The busy blonde girl stood up and shook her head, “It will take another two days. There are some matrix conflicts when combining the modules, which need to be adjusted.”

“I see,” Jack Clark said as he stood up.

Glancing at Jane Aiken, who was still cultivating, Jack Clark nodded to Gabriella and then, in a flash, transformed into a streak of golden light and charged toward the distant ruins.

Watching Jack Clark rush into the dim ruins, Gabriella felt worried, “The Killing Intent he’s emanating today is so intense. It looks like he’s going to go on another killing spree.”

Although Martial Arts were offensive powers, most cultivators used them as protective means, to cut down enemies or foes of the Human Race.

Jack Clark’s frenzied slaughtering of monsters was rare.

While it’s true that the greater the accumulation of Purple Killing Energy, the deeper one’s starting position on the Road to Godhood and one might even receive an Origin reward directly, the risks were substantial, too.

Therefore, after accumulating a substantial amount of Purple Kill Value, most people chose to explore the relics with caution and prudence.

In the ruins, nine hundred kilometers deep, as the halberd wrapped with golden radiance swept across, a Late Level 7 monster that lunged at supersonic speed was directly smashed to pieces by a single strike.

At this moment, Jack Clark’s eyes were blood-red, and the Blood Sea Purgatory Rune on his brow, resembling an eye, emitted a red glow, the surrounding Killing Intent growing heavier and heavier.

As Jack Clark immersed himself in the slaughter, his heart and actions as one, high-order monsters were obliterated one after another, the Blood Fiend converging, and the Prison Blood War Intent progressively moving toward grand accomplishment.

Meanwhile, on the leaderboard, Jack Clark’s name was followed by a Purple Kill Value that was increasing at a terrifying rate, watched by the king-level Marcellus Larry, who was used to it by now.

A Late Level 7 was worth 300 points, a Level 8 Early Stage worth 1000 points.

On the seventh day, because most of the monsters were Level 7 with a few Level 8 Early Stages, Jack Clark was even more efficient, tallying a kill count of just over two thousand.

In such a scenario, his Purple Kill Value shot up directly to three hundred and forty-three thousand, with almost a hundred and fifty thousand gained in one day’s time.

This fearsome increase left everyone numb.

When Jack Clark appeared on the small hill that evening, his blood-red eyes radiated a terrifying ferocity, causing palpitations in anyone who saw him.

The Black Purple Devil Gas swirling around him had not been retracted and intertwined with the seventy-meter-wide display of the Sea of Blood illusion, the Killing Intent whirling and sky-reaching.

The terrifying Killing Intent even startled Jane Aiken from her day of Closed-door Cultivation.

“Jack Clark, are you alright?” she asked.

Through the rolling Black Purple Devil Gas, Jack Clark’s deep voice emerged, “I’m fine. I’m just immersed in a state of slaughter, seeing if I can push my Battle Intent toward grand accomplishment.”

Jane Aiken and Gabriella exchanged a glance, then said no more.

As soon as day broke the next morning, the cloud of black-purple Killing Intent covering a hundred meters burst forth towards the distance, the billowing smoke a terrifying sight.

On the eighth day, Jack Clark’s killing range was confined to the seven hundred to six hundred kilometer range. He went rampant across the ruins of the earth, invincible without a match.

“Is that guy the reincarnation of a War Demon?”

Standing atop a segment of City Wall in ruins, the Human-shaped White Tiger Balderas, towering over twenty meters tall, gazed at the streak of golden light flashing by in the distance, utterly astonished.

Of course, what amazed him wasn’t Jack Clark’s move at supersonic speed, but the torrential Killing Intent emanating from him.

The dense black-purple Killing Intent blanketing over a hundred meters, with blood light soaring to the skies and so thick it blocked out sunlight, even faint phantom images seemed to emerge from within.

He would believe it if told that such a fearsome Killing Intent came from someone who had slaughtered tens of millions, an absolute War Demon.

Wariness flickered in Balderas’s eyes, “This monster from Eastern Summer, best not provoke him if you can avoid it. His bloodlust is just too terrifying.”

When the day passed, Jack Clark’s accumulated Purple Killing Energy had broken through five hundred thousand.

He was far ahead of the second-place Eddy Keller’s twenty-seven thousand and third-place Balderas’s twenty-five thousand, by ten or twenty times more.

Not to mention those ranked after a hundred with five or six thousand, or even one or two thousand points. None of them could compare to even a fraction of his.

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