Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 811

Chapter 811: Chapter 352 Blood Flows Into Rivers, Slaughter Demon God_3

Particularly, Hannah Gail revealed a sense of emotion in his eyes.

“Who would have thought that the somewhat green ‘Star Bodyguard’ from a few months ago has made it this far?”

Back then, Jack Clark was only at the Sixth Heaven Middle Stage, and he could barely fight against him when he had sealed most of his strength, but today he has just brutally torn apart a Purgatory Demon King.

This kind of achievement is something many king-level cultivators can’t accomplish.

Bang! Bang! Bang! One after another, the Mutated Creatures exploded under the bloodlight-wrapped War Halberd.

As Jack Clark killed countless enemies, the Doomsday Hell surrounding him became even more terrifying. The endless bloodlight, like tangible blood, flowed, and countless monsters struggled and roared.

The Standing Shadow of the Demon God behind him became even more fearsome, a reflection of the endless slaughter, ferocity, and destructive desires in Jack’s heart, now clearer than ever.

It shared Jack’s visage, with blood-colored fine scales on the edges of its cheeks, a crown upon its head, and its whole body covered in blood-colored battle armor, surrounded by a bloodlight that seemed to hail from the truest depths of Hell.

As it absorbed Bloodthirsty Spirits, the Demon Shadow grew stronger, and the support it drew from the Power of Hell strengthened Jack Clark immensely.

Under that bloodlight-entwined halberd, no one could stand as his equal.

When the Deamon Shadow behind him reached a height of thirty meters, a reluctant roar echoed across the distant horizon, followed by another Blood Moon slowly falling from the sky.

This Void Demon King from the Assassination Department of the Purgatory Demon Race, responsible for intelligence, had fallen.

In the high sky, the silver-haired youth’s left arm was enveloped by black abyssal demonic auras, emitting sizzling sounds of corrosion, and his aura seemed somewhat weakened.

The chest of Knife King Joel Moore was also marked by four half-meter-long wounds, around which Abyssal Law wound, clashing with the Slaughter Rule, causing intense, eruptive conflicts.

Above them, in the higher sky, Leo Hart stood firm with a resolute face, radiating a terrible oppression that seemed to suppress Heaven and Earth, his aura still immensely powerful.

The silver-haired youth, King Cyril, smiled wryly, “These demon kings are just too difficult to kill.”

Joel Moore spoke in a deep voice, “Today is already not bad. We managed to suppress that demon king by only suffering some damage to the origin of our laws.”

As a Demon King who was at the Mid-Mythical Stage and legendary in status, whether it was his combat experience, mastery of laws, secret skills, or burst techniques, all were at the pinnacle of perfection.

Moreover, due to the nature of the Rule True Body, merely severing limbs or slashing the body could only cause certain consumption; a complete kill required the erasure of the True Body.

Therefore, even if one holds an absolute advantage in a battle among those at the myth level, killing the opponent would take time and a hefty price.

Initially, both men had been prepared to sacrifice half of their Origin, teaming up with Leo Hart, who emerged stronger from his Closed-door Cultivation in the relic, ready to obliterate two demon kings.

Only, they hadn’t expected an accident to occur.

Thinking of this, the three turned their gaze toward the distance, where on the plains below, a blood-colored figure was moving swiftly in all directions, plunging the surroundings into darkness, with innumerable Mutant Beasts’ blood flowing together to form a river.

It was a literal river of blood.

Immediately, Joel Moore’s eye twitched, “This kid’s thirst for blood is great!”

Leo Hart appeared before them, his voice low, “His Battle Intent belongs to the way of slaughter; it’s normal for it to be strong. Or rather, those whose thirst for blood is insufficient could never condense such Battle Intent.”

“Currently, he’s only at the Eight Layer realm, but his Battle Intent has already condensed a Demon Shadow, linked to the Supreme Hell Plane, and he’s killed too many high-order lives to count.”

“Once he breaks through to king-level, he might be able to condense a Higher-order Slaughter Law directly.”

“Besides, his True Martial Arts are very powerful, and the battle body it condenses can erupt with strength far exceeding that of one Major Realm once it reaches the high stages.”

“Moreover, I sensed a power from that battle body that is no less than that of Four Kinds of Divine Seed, and once he breaks through to the Nine Layers and forms Divine Powers, the final fusion of Laws will definitely be terrifying.”

“Also, the four Divine Wheels behind his head when he manifested the True Martial Battle Body must be the Fourfold Illusionary World he opened when breaking through to the Eight Layer. Once he begins Opening the Heavens and Earth…”

At this point, amazement appeared on the faces of all three kings.

As a result, Jack Clark’s grasp on these several powers would become highly fearsome once he reached king-level status, and they could confirm that he possessed at least Slaughter and Opening the Heavens, both of which were Higher-order and Supreme Laws.

Add to that his cultivation talent that allowed him to reach the Eight Layer realm in less than a year, and the kid’s talent was terrifying, far from any king-level qualification.

Realizing this, the three exchanged glances.

Clearly, there had been reservations in the information available to them about Jack Clark; they wondered if he possessed not just one, but several forbidden weapons crafted by the Speaker.

The silver-haired youth felt somewhat annoyed, “Elder Brother Larry did not tell me the whole truth.”

Joel Moore smiled lightly, “It’s normal. Given such monstrous talent, news about him should naturally be under wraps, but those few kids…”

As he spoke, Moore glanced towards Hannah Gail and others.

The silver-haired youth, understanding what he meant, pondered for a moment, “Hannah and Cathie Lawson have already broken through the Eighth Layer and achieved True Martial Unity; altering their memories would be a bit troublesome. Let’s compensate with some resources and have them undergo Closed-door Cultivation at the Seventh Legion Garrison for half a year.”

“In half a year’s time, given Jack Clark’s talent, he might have already broken through king-level.”

“Hmm.”

Moore and Leo Hart nodded slightly.

Then, observed by the three kings, the roars of Mutant Beasts on the plains grew weaker and weaker, for they were being slaughtered to the point of extinction, including the escape-attempting dark Kirin Beast.

Standing on the Earth formed of accumulated corpses of countless Giant Beasts, Jack Clark, holding a halberd, was enveloped by a dense bloodlight almost turned material.

Especially the Standing Shadow of the Demon God behind him. By now, it couldn’t be described as a mere shadow; it had fully transformed into a thirty-meter-tall Demon of Slaughter, emanating an aura that made hearts race.

Under its suppression, the boundless Doomsday Blood Sea Hell behind it hinted at materializing from illusion into reality, becoming ever more terrifying.

By this time, the Blood Moon in the sky had set, its light dimmed, while at the edge of the horizon to the east, streaks of golden radiance began to emerge.

Day, had broken.