Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar Chapter 158 - 106: Referee, He’s Cheating! Coach, I Want to

This is a spatial curse art inscribed within his magic staff, capable of short-distance teleportation.

In his judgnt, this direction of escape, contrary to normal logic, should effectively widen the gap and buy him more ti and opportunities to flee.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

The tallic explosion suddenly erupted by the ear of the Magic Apostle.

The violent attack that appeared in an instant interrupted all his arrangents.

Lu Wenwu suddenly turned and delivered a flying kick, his leg imbued with the Demon God Battle Lance, sharp as a war saber, instantly blasting his left chanical arm to pieces!

A sharp pain surged into his heart.

The Magic Apostle instinctively looked at the small section of the tal arm with exposed bone stubs and pipelines, his ntality further fracturing.

To ensure the chanical prosthetic could be maneuvered like his own arm, he hadn’t sacrificed his entire left arm, only the flesh of the left arm.

The nerves, bones, and ridians were fused with the tallic prosthetic, becoming a more formidable existence.

Now, everything was gone.

The Magic Apostle’s left arm truly disappeared, like his heart.

Completely blasted apart by Lu Wenwu’s sudden reverse spear, with no chance of reattachnt.

"Ah!!!!!!"

The Magic Apostle suddenly roared in heart-wrenching anguish, his eyes nearly shedding blood tears.

But previously he had sacrificed half his face, including the tear glands.

At this point, he had long lost the physiological function of "crying."

"Great God of Magic, your follower sacrifices his left arm and both legs as offerings, begging you to grant infinite glorious and supre power!"

The Magic Apostle’s voice was filled with imasurable sorrow, a cry embedded with endless pain.

The next mont, the blasted ghastly white bones along with the two chanical legs dispersed into light, while the aura emanating from the Magic Apostle surged again, nearly matching Lu Wenwu.

Lu Wenwu was greatly shocked, that such a cheating thod existed in the world.

The parts of the body blasted by the opponent can still be sacrificed?

With only a right hand remaining, the Magic Apostle spat a trace of blood from his chanical tongue.

The top of the White Bone Staff glowed intensely with a blood-colored light, instantly deploying a series of heavy defensive shields, completely encasing his body.

The blood-colored light materialized, forming a peculiar curse art limb, temporarily replacing the chanical prosthetic he lost in the explosion.

"Even with sacrificed limbs, is your purity just limited to this?"

Lu Wenwu looked at the Magic Apostle, who was manically stacking various buffs on himself, with extre disappointnt on his face.

"You’re making my interest... decline!"

The Demon Dragon Wings flapped, the majestic body flickering in the air like flowing light.

The frenzied and heavy iron fist, like a warhamr, imdiately struck the multiple linkage defensive shields that the Magic Apostle was proud of.

The seemingly incomparably solid curse art defense shattered in an instant, like an egg shell shattered by a punch, disintegrating into large chunks of curse art power returning to the earth.

Without any intention to wait further, Lu Wenwu did not give the Magic Apostle any chance to distance himself, following up directly with a second punch.

Without the protection of defense, the Magic Apostle’s abdon suddenly suffered severe trauma.

The Demon King’s Fury directly penetrated his fragile body, blasting a gigantic wound through his back like a bombshell, with his alloyed spine completely severed.

The eerie Fire of Huodou spread and devoured, the scorching heat wantonly destroying nurous artificial organs.

The Magic Apostle’s eyes were wide with fury, waving his newly-ford curse art arm wildly, sealing with fingertips as a lunatic.

Every instant-casting curse art was slapped onto Lu Wenwu’s body, disregarding the cost or his own injuries for a full-strength attack.

"Sizzle!"

Lu Wenwu, enduring the barrage of curse arts, delivered a third punch, crashing down fiercely like a guillotine.

The sharp Demon God Battle Lance took up a chilling gleam, and the Magic Apostle’s remaining right hand imdiately soared high, turning into a beautiful arc descending towards the scorched earth below.

Not only the arm, but he even lost the staff made from his spinal bone!

The Magic Apostle wished to scream, to wail.

But his throat was already hoarse.

Tornted by Lu Wenwu for such a long ti, he could barely make any more screams or wails.

He lost his limbs, lost his staff, even lost his most crucial heart!

A thick fear was suddenly reflected in the Magic Apostle’s electronic pupils.

He... seemingly is really going to die.

He has truly reached a mont where all resources are exhausted.

No!

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!

Boundless fear surged in the Magic Apostle’s heart.

He suddenly recalled everything he had enjoyed.

The feeling of being worshiped by tens of thousands, revered by innurable people as a god, looking down on everything from above with a sense of control.

Even the forr Pri Minister and Emperor had to bow at his feet and kiss his toes.

It was a joy the Magic Apostle never experienced before participating in the Demon God Ga, a happiness and pleasure standing atop thousands under the peak of power.

He didn’t want to lose it!

The Magic Apostle suddenly regretted, why did he accept the damned invitation of the Puppet Apostle to co and besiege this so-called Eighth Apostle.

If he hadn’t co, he would still be living a god-like life in the Magic Realm, enjoying the adoration and worship of thousands!

I cannot die!

I cannot die in this damned place!

I still haven’t enjoyed enough!

I still haven’t lived enough!