Chapter 200 That place... As long as we can get there...
After these words were spoken, the rest of the people also reacted.
Blaze immediately drew out his royal giant sword, the sword was filled with cold air, and the whole wolf leaped high.
Wolf attack!
“Get out of the way!”
Hearing Blaze's loud shout, Xia Yu clenched the Curse of Death Sword tightly. The sword of the Curse of Death Sword was immediately filled with black and gold cursed death energy. Just like the slash of the Immortal Sword, the Curse of Death Sword slashed down fiercely.
"!"
Greg, who was still pressing down the King Axe, suddenly changed his expression. He felt a strong death curse.
Knowing the power of the Death Curse, he did not dare to take it rashly. He flew into the air and spun, dodging the Death Curse's blow.
However, he did not run away. Instead, he threw several flying knives at Xia Yu. However, the knives suddenly stopped in mid-air before they got close to him.
The next moment, the flying knives suddenly turned their sharp blades and flew towards Greg at a faster speed than when they came.
Greg also noticed this scene and was about to swing his weapon in mid-air to block the flying knife, but Blaze's wolf attack was already close.
clang——!
The giant sword collided with the king axe, and violent cold air burst out instantly. Blaze used all his strength to press down, directly knocking Greg to the ground from mid-air.
"Um!"
Greg groaned and bent his legs. Feeling that he was no match for his opponent, his other limbs immediately used the weapons in his hands to whip up gusts of wind.
As the storm gradually wrapped around him, Greg was about to leap up when the sound of a flying knife suddenly rang out. The next moment—
Phew!
Several flying knives crossed and cut off some of his small limbs. Those limbs fell to the ground in pieces, and the splattered blood dyed the ground red.
"Uhhhhhh!"
The pain from the broken limb eased the storm on Greg's body, and Blaze took this opportunity to pull back, at the same time detonating the spreading cold air. The intense cold air exploded in an instant, dyeing a large area of space with white frost.
Greg, who was closest to the cold air explosion, had part of his limbs frozen and shattered, causing him to lose more than half of his limbs in an instant.
Although it was not a serious injury, it was not a light injury either. Because of the pain, Greg's eyes were bloodshot.
"I am the Golden King, you all... deserve to die!"
Greg yelled with red eyes, and clenched his axe with his two strongest arms and smashed it to the ground.
boom--!
Under the heavy blow, layer after layer of mud ripples appeared on the ground, and violent shock waves spread through the broken floor. Its power was really similar to that of the original king Gefulei.
But it was just a gesture. If it was the real Ge Fulei, this move would at least cause the entire cave to collapse.
Feeling the shock wave spreading like water waves, several people used their own means to jump into the air and then climbed on the wall.
Xia Yu also grabbed a handful of Roger by the way. Faced with this kind of attack, the opponent really had no good way to avoid it.
"Just hide here first, be careful."
After placing Roger on the protruding tree roots on the wall, Xia Yu gave him some instructions and then rushed towards Greg who was still pounding the ground.
Looking at Xia Yu's departing back, Roger felt a little depressed. He had strong abilities, but in the current situation, he could only hide aside and watch.
If only he had this kind of power...
Xia Yu didn't know what Roger was thinking at the moment. His attention was now on Greg who was hitting the ground.
After a while, Greg stopped destroying the tunnel, a little out of breath. The tunnel was now full of cracks and the floor inside was completely turned upside down.
"I...I am..."
"It's your mother's head!"
Xia Yu suddenly appeared above Greg's head and started cursing.
I don't know if Greg was crazy after the limb grafting, but even though everyone was dodging, he was still pounding the ground stupidly, and nothing was achieved except destroying the terrain.
This situation reminded Xia Yu of a sentence: What else can you do besides spitting in my face?
Looking at Xia Yu who suddenly appeared, Greg was stunned at first, as if wondering why the other party was fine, and then he immediately reacted.
“Just…”
"Qu your mother's head!"
Xia Yu cursed angrily, and ignited the Death Curse in his hand with the Death Curse Flame, and then slashed towards Greg. Facing this attack, Greg no longer had the strength to dodge, and could only swing the King Axe and raise a storm to resist.
clang——!
The two collided, and Curse of Death and Storm entangled with each other, but it was obvious that Storm was somewhat overwhelmed.
Phew!
Just as the two were confronting each other, the sixth brother Darriwell suddenly appeared with the gait of a hound and slashed upward, leaving a horrific bloody wound on Greg's back.
"ah!!!"
The injured Greg's breath suddenly became disordered, and the precarious storm instantly collapsed. Xia Yu did not miss this opportunity and pressed down the sword blade hard.
puff!
The Death Curse Slash, with a black and gold aura, brushed past the King's Axe and cut off Greg's King's Power as easily as a hot knife cutting butter.
Squeak——!
Scarlet blood immediately gushed out from Greg's severed hand, staining large areas of rubble in front of him red.
“Ahhh my hand!!!”
Seeing his arm holding the King's Axe being cut off, Greg painfully grasped the wound with his other hand, but the gushing blood was not blocked and instead leaked out from between his fingers.
Having lost his most important right hand, he realized that there was no way he could defeat the enemy.
But... there is still a chance to turn the tables, and that is the dragon corpse left in the Broken Square. As long as he has the power of the dragon, no enemy can resist him!
Thinking of this, Greg hardly hesitated, and swung his remaining limbs at full speed, crawling towards the entrance above like a spider.
"That place... As long as we can get to that place..."
Thinking of the dragon corpse hanging there, Greg kept muttering as he climbed.
"That place...that place...if only we could get to that place..."
boom--!
With a loud bang, Xia Yu inserted one hand into the wall above Greg's head and hung his body on the wall. Looking at the embarrassed Greg, he said lightly.
"Give up struggling, you have nowhere to escape."
As the words fell, the Cursed Death Sword held in his other hand suddenly slashed down!
This time, Greg couldn't dodge.
Puff——!
A long and narrow cut almost split Greg in half. While blood spurted out, the wound was also corroded by the power of the curse.
Greg, who suffered fatal injuries, loosened his limbs that were climbing the wall and fell defenselessly downwards.
Boom!
Without any backup plan, he fell heavily on the broken floor. Eventually, the limb-removing king Greg, a pitiful fellow, turned .
The limbs that he had transplanted with great hopes were completely broken and were of no use at all.
Of course, no matter what, Greg is a demigod, and even though he was seriously injured, he still had a breath left.
Feeling his body getting colder and colder, Greg felt extremely unwilling. He just wanted to protect his father's body and maintain the glory of the Golden Family. Why did they !
