A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

Chapter 727

The smoldering remains of dead beetles, along with the writhing and twitching of soon-to-be-dead ones that littered the ground proved a gruesome sight.

Poison King was livid at how his entire horde of carefully cultivated beetles had been burnt to a crisp. Aside from his venomous wasps, his beetles were his next best weapons.

“Mmm,” Jared grunted appreciatively as he inhaled deeply through his nose. “What a waste that they had to burn away. I could have used the extra nourishment for my elixir field. Well, there goes your beetles. What else do you have to use against me?”

With a cold chuckle, he appeared before Poison King in the blink of an eye. Before the latter could react, Jared had struck his chest with a ferocious punch.

Without the protection of his armor, Poison King’s body flew backward with such force and velocity that it was only after he had landed on the ground thirty feet away that the collective crunch of all of his ribs shattering was heard.

Struggling to stand up, Poison King let loose a roar of frustration.

Jared suggested, “If you kill yourself right now, perhaps I can spare you some dignity.”

“Kill myself?” repeated Poison King as he spat in contempt. “You underestimate me.”

Suddenly, poisonous black gas emitted out of him. He did not attack Jared with the gas but continued to rise above the trees, as weightless as the gas he conjured. Once he had ascended high enough, every poisonous creature in Mapleton flocked toward him like a monstrous beacon of destruction.

the prospect of refilling his spiritual energy

they began to tear at Poison King’s

himself? What’s he doing?” Jared muttered,

down his bones in tatters. He appeared to be bleeding profusely all over, except

me, Jared!” Poison King bellowed, the hole in his

already becoming impossibly dense, the gas continued to accumulate before finally solidifying in

Necromastery!”

members of Mapleton, too, fell to their knees as they quaked in fearful reverence. Not a single one

gas condensed into a tangible figure of a giant as tall as a mountain. Throughout its formation, It

gas flowed out from Poison King’s body, he toppled over with a final shudder and seemed to deflate before their very eyes. In less than a second, his ravaged corpse shriveled up as if it had been exposed to desert

hell, Jared!” the shadowy

yelled Weston in fear as he leaped to

Mapleton hurried in his

Lyanna screamed

like this Necromastery has really got

monstrous adversary. “Your body is already gone,” he taunted. “Why should I be afraid of