Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar Chapter 153 - 105: Giving You My Heart, Masochist Demon God

"Co on, co on! Aren’t you eager to kill ? Why are you hiding!"

Lu Wenwu sneered as he swung his fist, his voice terrifying like a roar from the Nine Netherworld.

The Plague Apostle, transford into a whirlwind, continuously dodged, not daring to face the opponent’s fist directly.

A mont ago, he was struck by the Overlord Fist imbued with the Demon God’s Spear.

If he hadn’t transford into wind to partially evade the attack in ti, his right arm might already have been blasted into a rain of blood and flesh.

The Puppet Apostle was drenched in cold sweat, muttering to himself. Deep, esoteric incantations echoed, and a strange force suddenly erupted around him.

This bizarre power made him seem to be in a superimposed state of life and death, much like Schrödinger’s unfortunate cat.

In the next mont, the entire Xiaoshan began to tremble.

The tombstones in the cetery collapsed one after another, and white skeletal claws covered with rotten flesh burst from the earth, each carrying imnse power.

These corpses, long dead, were continuously resurrected by the Puppet Apostle’s power, their hollow eye sockets flickering with scarlet flas, turning them into undead monsters.

They possessed powerful strength and instinct like ordinary zombies but could not retain the consciousness they had in life.

For the deceased, this was a blessing.

Their souls could rest in peace.

Being trapped in their own bodies, witnessing their own slaughter, consuming their kin, watching their bodies decay day by day until they beca re bones.

This kind of desperate tornt was enough to ntally collapse anyone.

The zombies gathered in the city seed to receive so signal.

They began a collective sprint, like a hundred-ter dash, heading towards Xiaoshan where the cetery was located, ignoring companions trampled into flesh.

The battle between Lu Wenwu and the three Apostles turned intense and heated from the start.

The Plague Apostle, continually assailed, was even slightly injured, almost unable to release his Disaster Possession state.

He attempted to poison Lu Wenwu with the plague.

But in the face of the combined might of three powerful flas, the plague wielded by the Plague Apostle was no more than a trick.

It couldn’t even penetrate the barrier of Demon Fire and would be burnt to ashes mid-way.

The Plague Apostle, filled with rage and confusion, couldn’t understand why, in a four-person battle, Lu Wenwu was relentlessly chasing after him?

In his desperation to survive, the Plague Apostle began to disregard everything.

The Xiaoshan beneath his feet surged endlessly, vast amounts of soil and rocks piled upwards, forming a gigantic human shape nearly ten feet tall like an Earth Giant.

The giant composed of rock and soil not only contained elents of nature, but even the resurrected dead and their graves were integrated into it.

The earth’s tremors continued and even intensified.

Just as Lu Wenwu’s heavy punch shattered half of the giant’s face, the overwheld ground cracked with deep fissures.

Roaring magma, squeezed by the earth’s veins, erupted and covered the giant’s body, making it even taller and stronger.

At this mont, it resembled a Legendary Creature known as the Molten Core Giant.

Its scorching fists struck heavily through the air, leaving a wave of searing heat in its wake.

With Demon Dragon Wings flapping behind him, Lu Wenwu executed an agile maneuver, landing directly on the Molten Core Giant’s foot, shattering it.

The surging magma roiled, enveloping countless zombies and undead rushing in from behind, causing them to scream in agony, bathed in flas.

A horrifying spell exploded on Lu Wenwu, but his movents were completely uninhibited, still as swift as lightning.

In a flash, Lu Wenwu’s blood bar almost emptied, leaving only one percent, but then rebounded spectacularly, skyrocketing at a phenonal speed.

In this mont, terrifying brute force exploded, his arms, more powerful than the strongest construction machinery, tightly hugged the molten legs of the Molten Core Giant. Alarming fissures continuously ford on the earth.

How heavy could such a thirty-ter-tall Molten Core Giant be?

No one knew.

Perhaps a few thousand tons.

Or maybe several tens of thousands of tons.

The enhancents from several pieces of equipnt erupted simultaneously, muscles flexing and straining, the blue-black Battle Pattern turned into a dazzling red-black in the rampant flow of Qi Blood.

With unparalleled strength gathered, Lu Wenwu let out a roar.

As the ground beneath shattered inch by inch, the human body unleashed incredible might.

The molten giant was lifted by Lu Wenwu’s sheer power, like the Overlord lifting a cauldron!

With overwhelming force and spirit!

Even though the Molten Core Giant wasn’t as heavy as an actual mountain, it was astounding enough.

The Magic Apostle and Puppet Apostle were completely dumbfounded.

They never imagined that the Plague Apostle’s molten body could one day be physically lifted by a person!

The scorching lava had no power against Lu Wenwu.

The heavy body of the opponent roared like a large toy in his arms.

The Magic Apostle was utterly stunned.

For soone who always believed machinery and "magic" were superior to the human body, the scene in front of him was a severe blow to his worldview.

Breaking it into pieces!

"Such terrifying physical capabilities... It’s impossible... Could this be the power of a human body rivaling a Demon God?" The Magic Apostle dispersed the spell in his hand, his Dao Heart near breaking, "Is this really a level the human body can achieve?"