Instead, it was like a high-concentration stimulant, fully unleashing the feral instincts buried within him.
After several rounds of intense clashes, he had roughly gauged the opponent’s trump cards.
The blood-colored pupil on the forehead was indeed strange, capable of absorbing and redirecting physical impact like a black hole.
But the law of conservation of energy applies everywhere, and such redirection clearly has a processing limit.
Earlier, during the continuous high-intensity explosions and pursuit, Ghost Scythe’s evasive maneuvers were noticeably a beat slower.
Evidently, controlling those Floating Thunder while also managing the "Evil Eye" to transfer damage imposed a heavy ntal load on him.
"In that case..."
A gleam flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes.
Then I’ll hit you until you completely overload, until that eye can no longer turn.
"Boom——"
The figures of the two kept colliding, falling within the ruinous building.
From the 33rd floor, they battled down to the 29th floor, exploding through floors and continuing the fight downward.
The entire building trembled violently under their rampage, load-bearing pillars snapping one after another.
If soone were standing in the distance watching, they would see a visually striking scene.
The tallest abandoned building standing in the night seed to have beco a giant firecracker.
Each floor alternated in dazzling flashes of light, the muffled sounds of explosions thundered continuously.
As if a grand pyrotechnic display of death was being ignited inside the building, ready to collapse any mont in this violent frenzy.
"No way..."
Ghost Scythe was once again blown away by a punch.
Though the damage was redirected, the penetrating power still shook his internal organs, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Flustered, he forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, furrowing two grooves in the wall with his feet to barely halt.
Can’t keep expending energy like this.
This guy is virtually a tireless killing machine.
Obviously intent on using his monstrous stamina to exhaust all of my clay explosives alive.
Watching the silhouette crash through the wall like a roaring tank, Ghost Scythe’s thoughts raced as he pondered his next move.
No choice, have to go all out and use that Forbidden Technique!
At this mont, the two crashed through the floor, descending to the nineteenth level.
This was the midsection of the building, connecting the upper and lower parts.
Also the area where Ghost Scythe had previously planted traps most densely during infiltration.
"You forced ..."
Ghost Scythe gnashed his teeth, the murderous intent in his eyes instantaneously intensified.
His originally panic-stricken expression was replaced by a ruthlessly resolute deanor.
During his evasion, he clasped his hands as if devoutly praying to a certain Divine.
The blood-colored Evil Eye on his forehead emitted a thrilling dark red light.
"C4, coexistence activation!"
With his low shout, a terrifying scene quietly unfolded.
Originally lurking in the shadows around, the hundreds of untriggered Clay Spiders suddenly ceased activity.
Then, their bodies seed to lose solid-state integrity, instantly lting into patches of greyish-white viscous liquid.
These liquids did not drip, but like living fungus mats, they crazily seeped into walls, pillars, and floor cracks.
The dozen C1 explosives previously deployed on load-bearing columns also simultaneously began decomposing and rging.
In just half a second.
The originally grey, rough concrete surfaces around them bizarrely shimred with an oily sheen.
As if the building’s entire structural integrity was being infused with so high-activity alchemical solvent.
Preparing to charge again, Fang Cheng abruptly halted.
His sharp Perception told him the surrounding air had changed.
Becoming viscous, scorching, filled with extrely dangerous unstable elents.
It seed that an invisible Barrier had quietly opened.
"Buzz————"
A very low-frequency hum suddenly sounded in the air.
The sound was muffled and oppressive, like a sigh from the building, or countless hearts beating intensely in synchrony.
The steel-reinforced concrete structure surrounding them began to visibly tremble, dust cascading down.
Every inch of the wall on this level, every pillar, even each floor tile beneath them.
Seed at this mont to be transmuted into high-energy explosives of terrifying potency.
Ghost Scythe, drenched with sweat, grinned madly.
He spread his arms, embracing this imminent feast of destruction, his voice hoarse yet high-pitched:
"White Owl, feel honored!"
"Tonight, this building will be your burial ground!"
"Domain Expand—Infinite Blast Hive!"
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