One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

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Although Cang Qi had seen such scenes hundreds of times, this time was clearly an exception.

Whoosh!

In this frozen world,

The giant unexpectedly moved, and although slower than Cang Qi, it was fast enough to dodge the attack.

The metal thread barely grazed the giant’s cheek before it struck the wall behind, which exploded with a bang, sending up dust and debris. Yet, on the giant’s face appeared only a trivial line of blood, which was healing at a visible rate.

"What the hell!?" Cang Qi’s eyes widened, the sight before her completely beyond her understanding.

But she had no time to think it over, as within this bloody hall, all the statuesque giants began to move.

Two dark halberds tore through the air, driven by a white flow of Qi, pressing down on Cang Qi’s neck like towering mountains. There was no mercy shown, only loyalty to Su Heng’s orders: to eliminate all those with treacherous intentions.

The floor exploded, showering her with dust and rubble, leaving her looking disheveled and in a sorry state.

The Dragon Guards did not pursue their advantage; instead, they gripped their halberds, took a step back, and formed a circle, surrounding Cang Qi within. Cang Qi gasped for breath, her formidable physique and terrifying reflex speed allowing her to sense an intense threat from those giants.

It felt like countless needles were brushing her skin; a bead of sweat emerged from her forehead, traced her cheek, and flowed down the woman’s pointed chin.

Rumble!

The ground hummed, and stone doors on both sides of the hall opened.

Two sturdy figures with broad shoulders emerged from the stone doors like guardian deities.

Their aura was even more intense than that of the surrounding Dragon Guards, and their builds were visibly bulkier.

Covered in scars, their exposed skin was a testament to their experiences as warriors. As soon as they appeared on the battlefield, their strong presence turned into a fierce wind, rolling up dust from the ground and causing even the Demon General to tremble with fear and his face to dramatically change color.

On the left, a man with disheveled white hair struck down at the Demon General with his bare fist without a word, his punch wide and powerful. The Demon General’s long hair was tossed in the air, as if she saw a fierce dragon charging at her. ŗА𐌽Ȏ₿ĚＳ

She crossed her arms to block—

Crack!

There was a crisp sound from the Demon General’s arms as she was sent flying through the air.

Swallowing the blood rising in her throat and amidst excruciating pain, the Demon General’s eyes narrowed and blood vessels burst in her eyes. Being toyed with by a group of cultivators of lower realms, even a hesitant and timid Demon General couldn’t help but rise to anger.

Her limbs stretched longer, her fingers mutated into blood-red claws, her hair whipped around her, and lines of blood-red scales appeared on her forehead and cheeks.

She activated the demon corpse within her and entered a half-demon state through the "Imperial Regulation" method.

However, her demonic power had not fully recovered yet.

A rust-covered copper mace swooped from the sky, its formidable force sealing her surroundings, and struck the Demon General’s forehead with a vengeance.

"Bang!"

The Demon General’s skull dented and stars filled her vision.

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Blood gushed from the wound, reddening her cheeks, and her transformation was forcefully interrupted.

She thought to herself that this was bad, but before she could react, Wang Xindong had already followed up quickly, hurling another even more vicious punch forward.

Wang Xindong and Zhao Zongwu coordinated seamlessly, their relentless suppression left the Wind Demon General floundering after merely a dozen exchanges.

Her brain was injured, affecting her heightened senses.

In the throes of intense pain, the Wind Demon General’s response slowed slightly.

It was only for an instant, but by the time she snapped back to reality, the Wind Demon General was already terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat, "Damn!"

The flickering flame behind her suddenly dimmed.

From the shadows, Wang Xindong’s towering figure ghostly appeared, seizing the Wind Demon General’s left and right arms. In Wang Xindong’s hands, the Wind Demon General’s normal human body was like a doll amid the expressionless giants standing in the shadows, statuesque.

The Wind Demon General’s face turned pale, her pupils trembled violently, her heart filled with indescribable fear.

She opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to beg for mercy—n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But before she could speak—

With a forceful motion, Wang Xindong’s thumbs pressed down, piercing skin and muscle, snapping bone, accompanied by a disturbing crackling sound. The Wind Demon General’s eyes filled with blood, bulging out like a toad’s.

Blood spurted wildly as the Wind Demon General’s slender arms were brutally torn off from her body, discarded carelessly on the ground like trash.

With a snap!

Wang Xindong released his grip.

The Wind Demon General’s cheek pressed against the ground, her pupils were dilated, her eyes lifeless.

This was no Demon Suppression Tower, it was more like the Purgatory Demon Abyss. Ever since she entered, everything that happened was like a nightmare. Writhing in extreme pain, the Wind Demon General shivered all over, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Zhao Zongwu waved his hand, seizing the bronze mace. Lifting it up, the bottom end aimed at the Wind Demon General’s delicate neck.

He was about to smash her head like crushing garlic, to put an end to her life for good.

But at that moment—

"Clap!" A round of applause sounded, followed by a gentle voice, "You’ve done well, stronger than I had anticipated."

Such a nonchalant and confident demeanor.

Just by the voice, one would think the newcomer was a wealthy young master out for a stroll.

The Wind Demon General clung to this as if it were a glimmer of hope, panting "heh heh," thrusting her legs against the ground, struggling to lift her head.

However, once she saw the approaching figure—

The Wind Demon General felt a chill throughout her body, as if plummeting into an ice cave. The utmost fear affected her so much that she experienced a suffocating agony.