The Pinnacle Of Life

“What the hell is he?!”

“Stop screaming like some little girl,” Spencer said. “Doesn’t he look like a man? Just a little bit bigger and uglier? So what if he can speak? Even a three year old can speak as normal humans do.”

Spencer furrowed his brows. He didn’t know what the hell the guy was either. However, he did know that this guy was extremely dangerous.

Roar!

None of the guys from the Left-wing Troops who the Blood Shura had possessed could speak, but they could roar. So they charged toward Spencer and the others.

Boom, boom, boom!

The battle had begun.

Spencer used all the power he had as a master at Tribulation Crossing in the face of life and death. Unfortunately, the gun in his hand left massive damage every time it shot an enemy. It was unfortunate that none of the possessed guys were afraid of death!

“Ahhhh!”

of his companions let out

been pierced through by

and entered the body of the one who had run him through. Immediately after, Spencer saw that same person retreating, rushing toward the three meter tall leader

the leader

“F*ck!”

guy through their mouth, which

leave immediately. The leader had yet to join the battle, but once he did, there

Sacrifice! The great destruction gun of divine blood,

secret technique from the Blood Cult. It took his blood as a sacrifice and temporarily

the tip of crossing into the Intermediate and Advanced level of Tribulation Crossing. Spears were all around him, and each of them carried heavy shadows of blood. However, once he used the Blood Sacrifice technique, it wasn’t to fight against the Blood Shuras but to escape. He repelled two of the guys, took advantage of his remaining companion’s carelessness to bind his hands

held him in front of himself

what the hell? Let me go!” The man was shocked,

to note was that his hands and feet had been bound, and he could only condense the strongest spiritual powers he had to block the assault. He couldn’t move,

only watch as he got chopped up

Crack!