"Damn, are you the village idiot the Walking Dead Lord deliberately invited over to bring to my end?"
Maxwell was suspicious that Constantine deliberately did this.
Because when Constantine glanced at the Walking Dead Lord, his eyes gave off a golden light as if he saw a naked, beautiful girl. It was as if he was shooting electricity out of his eyes and making a variety of seductive postures. And he definitely looked like a hungry wolf that had been starved for over a decade!
It looked like he wanted to imdiately jump over and start biting it.
Biting a Walking Dead Lord?
Maxwell didn’t dare to imagine that scene.
Constantine scratched his head, still with a foolish, dazed look. He then mumbled: "Boss, did I do sothing wrong?"
Maxwell didn’t bother answering him because he had no ti to say anything. The Walking Dead Lord made a single jump and was only a few ters away from them.
The killing intent was even stronger now.
The brutal killing intent was similar to millions of swords tightly pressed against Maxwell’s mind. It was extrely uncomfortable if he was suffocating.
Around this ti, Constantine’s eyes widened as he pointed at the Walking Dead Lord and excitedly said, "Look, boss, there’s a strong spawned beast here!"
When looking at Constantine’s foolish expression, Maxwell had the sudden urge to commit suicide.
All six eyes of the Walking Dead King lowered to stare at Maxwell, who was half squatting beneath a bush. Those six eyes just stared motionless at him.
Maxwell didn’t dare to move.
If the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move either!
If the enemy does move, I...
Maxwell had no way out. He then started thinking of zombie movies and the variety of ways to avoid the detection of zombies. The first thing that ca to mind was holding his breath!
He didn’t recall which movie it was from...
But one of them ntioned that the eyes of zombies cannot see, so they can only use human breath to determine their location.
Maxwell couldn’t be bothered with too much right now and deeply inhaled before holding his breath.
Maxwell’s actions made Constantine really curious as he squatted down next to Maxwell and pushed his arms a few tis to ask: "Boss, what are you doing? Aren’t we going to kill it?"
"Boss, this is a very strong spawned beast. It might even be an above silver rank spawned beast and have a beast core inside."
"Let’s make our move. It’ll be the sa as before - I’ll hold it down while you attack it."
In between his words, drool almost dripped out of Constantine’s mouth.
Maxwell glared at Constantine and felt like grabbing a nearby branch and beating him until he was half dead. This guy couldn’t even figure out their current situation? Was this Walking Dead Lord that easy to kill?
If it were really an above silver rank spawned beast, would it still be around for him to run over with a grin?
Maxwell would’ve killed it already.
It was also at this ti, The Walking Dead Lord curiously squatted down as well. It started scratching its cheeks while all six eyes stared at the two of them.
It was as if it had found a fun toy to play with.
"You can’t see , you can’t see ..."
"Hold my breath, hold my breath, I’ll hold my breath even if I die..."
At such a close distance, Maxwell was able to sll the disgusting stench from the Walking Dead Lord. His stomach gurgled, and several tis he almost threw up, but he endured it.
Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute, three minutes...
Maxwell’s face was turning red.
Soone with the cultivation at silver rank was truly not simple for being able to hold their breath for more than three minutes. And that wasn’t the most important thing about this current scene. The Walking Dead Lord was also holding its breath until its face started turning red. A trace of blood had actually started oozing out beneath its dark colored skin, making his expression even more terrifying to behold.
That still wasn’t the most important point here...
The worst thing was Constantine!
That guy burst out with anger. With both hands holding onto his machete, he jumped up into the air and was about to heavily cut down on the Walking Dead Lord’s head.
"Good!"
Maxwell yelled internally. His mana started circulating, prepared to make an attack as well.
The machete had a thin blade qi surrounding it before it heavily struck down.
But...
"Clank!"
There was a flash of sparks like the blade hit a thick steel plate. The Walking Dead Lord didn’t suffer any injury to its head, and only a white smudge was seen. Not even a trace of blood flowed out.
Constantine’s cultivation was at the level 7 bronze rank.
His raw strength could be compared to soone at silver rank. Just that previous strike by him could instantly kill a below silver rank spawned beast.
But when dealing with the Walking Dead Lord, his strike was absolutely useless. If we were to use gaming terms, Constantine’s strike was no different from a miss.
Not even a trace of blood!
It’s fine that the strike had no damage at all, but Constantine’s arms were about to fall off from the shock. His jaws had locked up, his arms were trembling, and even his extrely tough, huge machete had shattered from impact!
All six eyes of the Walking Dead Lord looked up before scratching its head with its grey colored nails. Its expression changed as if it realised sothing. It imdiately stood up and exhaled a breath of air.
"Humph!"
An even stronger killing intent was released from its body, causing a rippling energy wave visible to the naked eye.
"We’re screwed! This thing is pissed now!"
Maxwell’s heart tightened from realising that the Walking Dead Lord’s defence was beyond his expectations. He was planning on borrowing Constantine’s sneak attack to give it his own strike, and then follow up by striking a killing...
Fortunately, he didn’t make a move just yet, or else this would really be the end of them.
Maxwell didn’t bother thinking further and imdiately roared out: "Level 2 Overdrive!"
He grabbed the still dazed Constantine while his right leg stomped down, "Ghost Steps!"
"Level 2!"
His speed was raised to the maximum as they both shot off.
However, at the sa mont, the Walking Dead Lord’s six eyes glared in anger, revealing six dark red pupils. Both its legs leapt out!
"Bam!"
And it arrived next to Maxwell.
"Ghost Steps!"
Maxwell once again activated his technique and shot off like a bullet. His heart felt like a million horses trampling through it as he scread internally: "Don’t let escape or else I will definitely co back later and kill you!"
Killing intent assaulted his body.
His mind and his sea of consciousness were in turmoil. In just a several breaths of ti, it felt like a storm had struck his entire body, making him extrely uncomfortable.
Maxwell was getting pissed from being pressured by this oppressive killing intent.
With the speed of Ghost Steps, Maxwell was able to create a slight distance. But the Walking Dead Lord made a second jump that was even more powerful than its first.
Moreover, the pupils in all six eyes had now turned blood red.
Six blood red pupils!
The pressure from the killing intent intensified.
"Hey, kid, can you handle it? If you can’t, just let out. There’s no way I’ll let that guy go. He dares to release killing intent in front of ? Why don’t I show it what true killing intent is!"
"You can’t even handle this childish killing intent? I really don’t know how I ended up in your hands!"
Inside Maxwell’s mind, the violent voice of Dracula was heard.
Maxwell completely ignored him. This guy sounded like he wanted to help, but who knows what devilish sche he was trying to pull? If by chance it manages to take over his mind, then he will definitely be completely screwed!
"Hey, kid, I’m talking to you!"
"Shut up!" Maxwell angrily roared.
"Such a temper. You can’t even resist this little killing intent, so goddamn useless." Dracula laughed in ridicule.
The sound of a waterfall was heard not too far away.
Maxwell frowned and then roared out: "Hold your breath!"
"What?"
Constantine couldn’t hear the words clearly. He was being dragged by Maxwell and could only hear the piercing sounds of the wind. There was no way he could fully hear what he was saying to him.
The Walking Dead Lord jumped again and flew up dozens of ters high before heavily landing right in front of Maxwell.
Its grey fangs were coated with a dark green substance. Its pair of hands stretched out, and all ten sharp fingernails looked like ten sharp swords stabbing in unison.
"Heavyarm!"
His zero storage space was thrown out.
Heavyarm descended from the sky, and its large body, made of fine iron, blocked in front of the Walking Dead Lord.
The Walking Dead Lord swiped its arms and Heavyarm, directly cutting the puppet into two!
At the sa ti, Maxwell lifted Constantine above his head and tossed him dozens of ters out as Constantine accurately landed into the waters with a splash, right before the waterfall plumts hundreds of ters down.
Constantine’s face was pale from fear as he yelled, "Boss, I don’t know how to swim!"
"Ghost Steps!"
"Level 2!"
As Maxwell shot off and landed in the waters, he turned back to glare at the Walking Dead Lord and roared with rage that rose to the heavens: "You better wash your ass clean for and wait for to explode it!"
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