Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1901 - 1902: No Cooperation Without Shared Tao

Suddenly, a tongue of fla surged out like a giant wave, sweeping toward the Young Master and the Colonel.

It turned out the flowing gasoline had, without anyone noticing, already reached their feet.

Wherever the gasoline flowed, the fire spread rapidly.

The Colonel shoved the Young Master and shouted loudly, "Young Master, go! This fire is Strange Fire, there's no way to put it out!"

The Young Master clutched the Colonel in a death grip. "I'm not going."

"My father entrusted this position to , and yet I was beaten by a despicable human. I refuse to accept that…"

As he spoke, the raging flas had already spread to within less than a hundred ters of the two of them.

And not far away, the path of escape was almost blocked off by the inferno.

The Colonel practically staked his life on it as he pushed the Young Master away.

"Move! This Strange Fire isn't sothing ordinary people can unleash—if you don't go now, it'll be too late."

The Young Master looked at the blazing sea of fire, already past the point of no return, and could only stomp his foot before dashing toward a gap in the flas not far away.

On the truck, everyone stared blankly at Yang Fei, each person's mind plunged into extre shock.

This man, who looked so utterly ordinary, had actually wiped out five thousand Mutant troops with a flip of his hand.

And large numbers of Dark Creatures, having lost control, rebelled and scattered in all directions.

This army, whose strength was beyond description, had actually been burned into such a state by a single fire from Yang Fei!

In everyone's hearts, only the legendary Gods and Demons could possess such terrifying power and Divine Skills!

Right at this mont, Milan noticed the enemy leader desperately fleeing forward along a crack in the sea of flas.

She pointed with her hand. "Those two bastards are trying to run!"

Yang Fei smiled complacently. "Relax, they're not getting away."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

In the rolling sea of fire not far away, the wildly spreading tongues of fla suddenly seed to gain Spirituality and lunged toward the Young Master and the Colonel.

Yang Fei had already broken through to the Spirit Martial Realm.

The Spiritual Origin Qi within him resonated with the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth, and he could already begin to control the Fire Ions in this world.

So, the Young Master and the Colonel imdiately suffered for it.

Tongues of fla from all directions shot over like pythons, coiling around the Young Master and the Colonel respectively.

The two of them fell almost simultaneously, swallowed in an instant by the flas. The Young Master's body blazed as he let out a shrill scream.

Gradually, his screams were drowned in the rolling inferno and could no longer be heard.

Inside the energy supply station, the battle between the Duke of Southern Road and Ebert had reached its final stage.

In this re half hour, the two had already exchanged hundreds of blows, and the Duke of Southern Road was gradually running out of strength.

Ebert's offensive was fierce and violent, wide open and unrestrained from the very start, brutal and rough, and even now it had not weakened in the slightest.

The Spiritual Origin Qi of this Level 10 Mutant seed endless, his attacks like the Yangtze River, surging on and on without end.

In Martial Arts Skills, the Duke of Southern Road was inferior to Ebert, but his battlefield experience was extrely rich; he stayed calm, doing his best to avoid Ebert's sharp edge.

His Martial Arts Skills were similar to Tai Chi, using force to counter force, his defense like an iron bucket, not a drop getting through.

However, the Duke of Southern Road was, after all, over fifty years old.

Under this round of fierce assault, his Essence Qi was gradually exhausted, and his transitions between fists and kicks grew sluggish.

Nan Yan saw this and grew anxious.

But he was rely a Gangjin Master-level Martial Artist; in front of a True Martial Master, Nan Yan couldn't even get a hand in.

On the other side, no matter how brilliant Maggie was, she had no way to intervene in a battle of this level; she couldn't even clearly see the figures of the two n.

"Swift!"

Just then, Ebert suddenly let out a violent shout, and a silent, invisible force suddenly trapped the Duke of Southern Road.

True Martial Forbidden Area!

The Duke of Southern Road suddenly felt his body lose control, and he was greatly shocked. He hurriedly ran his True Martial Spirit, forcefully breaking through the space Ebert had sealed.

Precisely at that mont, Ebert's palm slamd over, the wind of his strike howling, containing an explosive force.

The Duke of Southern Road knew this guy's genes had mutated, his strength beyond description; he absolutely couldn't et him head-on.

He took a deep breath, his chest and abdon suddenly collapsing downward as he inexplicably shrank three inches, his body rapidly retreating.

It had to be said, for a man in his fifties, the Duke of Southern Road's move was executed to the point of perfection; he avoided Ebert's palm by a hair's breadth.

However, at that very mont, Ebert snorted, and a spinning Thunderball appeared in his palm, blasting directly at the Duke of Southern Road's chest.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, the Duke of Southern Road's whole body was flung sideways, a large hole blown open in his chest and abdon, flesh and blood mangled.

The Duke of Southern Road rolled once on the ground and sprang back to his feet.

His chest and abdon were drenched in blood, charred black, with countless blue electric currents on his body, darting around like little snakes.

The Duke of Southern Road clenched his teeth, and after a long mont squeezed out a sentence through the gaps between them.

"So your Innate Divine Ability is actually the Power of thunder and lightning. You hid it well."

Not far away, Nan Yan rushed over, eyes bulging with rage. "Father, how are you?"

"Heh, my apologies, besides the Power of thunder and lightning, I also know this…"

Ebert let out a cold laugh, and several enormous vine-like roots suddenly burst from the ground like steel cables, coiling around Nan Yan's calves.

Nan Yan fell hard, and those massive vines rapidly spread over his body.

In the end, the vines ford a cage in an instant, binding Nan Yan tightly.

The vines dug straight into Nan Yan's muscles; if Ebert wished, he could strangle Nan Yan into several pieces in an instant.

The Duke of Southern Road's eyes, however, did not look at Nan Yan; he gazed calmly at Ebert.

"I truly didn't expect your divine abilities to awaken early. I'll admit defeat today."

Ebert chuckled coldly. "At this point, you should admit that only our Doomsday Tribunal is the ultimate power that can save the apocalypse."

"To gain power and Divine Skills, how can your foolish and futile Martial Arts cultivation compare to gene evolution?"

"Evolution is the only path for lifeforms to advance to higher beings. Give up your outdated resistance. As long as you surrender…"

He was cut off mid-sentence by the Duke of Southern Road's cold laugh.

"Evolution? You dress it up nicely. Your so-called evolution is nothing but beasts preying on the weak."

"You devour your own kind's bodies, plundering other people's Essence Qi to achieve yourselves and gain ultimate power."

"Even if I, Nandao, die, I will never gain strength that way. Give it up."

A mocking look appeared on Ebert's gentle, refined face.

"I originally thought you, Duke of Southern Road, were a rare intelligent man, but who knew you were just another idiot.

"Humans are beasts by nature. The strong preying on the weak is instinct, and it is the natural Law."

"Your so-called rcy and tolerance are nothing more than a refusal to grow."

As he spoke, Ebert's brows slanted sharply upward, and a strong killing intent burned in his pupils.

"Since our Tao differs, we cannot work together. Since you're so stubborn, I'll grant your wish."