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!”

let out a

been pierced through

him through. Immediately after, Spencer saw that same person retreating, rushing toward the three meter tall leader of theirs, and passed on

the leader

“F*ck!”

it to that guy through their mouth, which is

leader had yet to

Sacrifice! The great destruction

Blood Sacrifice was a secret technique from the Blood Cult.

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 and legs, and

in front of

what the hell? Let me go!” The man was shocked, furious to the point he was about to

slashed over him. The critical thing 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

only watch as

Crack!