Chapter 2028
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"Can't you tell? Just watch."
Chen Zhao tilted his head back and drank a mouthful of beer. Then he tossed the can down.
Malone frowned at Chen Zhao.
He was a little clear on whether Chen Zhao was a friend or foe.
Chen Zhao's actions were too strange.
He wasn't sure if he should attack Chen Zhao.
Just then, a cultist charged at them.
Chen Zhao lifted his finger and pointed. Another bolt of lightning shot out.
The cultist's body was pierced.
Malone realized that Chen Zhao was very strong.
He wasn't as strong as when Malone had pressed him to the ground and beaten him up the first time.
Malone estimated that according to Chen Zhao's current strength, Chen Zhao wouldn't be able to defeat him so easily.
If they really fought back then, Malone didn't dare to say that he could beat Chen Zhao so easily, even though he believed that he wouldn't lose.
From the start, Chen Zhao hadn't really attacked him.
If Chen Zhao had attacked him and cooperated with the other cultists, Malone would've lost even worse.
But those cultists clearly knew him.
Of course, there was another possibility. Chen Zhao was a spiritualist who'd snuck into the cult with an ulterior motive.
Or, it could be said that all of this was a conspiracy.
A scheme that Malone couldn't understand.
"What exactly do you want?" Malone asked.
"None of your business."
"If you don't want to tell me, I can only use violence," Malone said coldly.
Chen Zhao burped. "Are you going to use violence on a drunk person?"
"I see that you're still very sober. Don't worry, I won't go too far." Malone suddenly charged at Chen Zhao.
Bang —
Malone suddenly felt that he'd lost control of his body.
His body flew backward and embedded itself into the wall.
Wah —
Malone vomited large mouthfuls of blood.
If it wasn't for Terry Boyle's strength, he would have died.
"Malone, I can feel that you're heavily injured again. What's wrong? Did you encounter a strong enemy? "Terry Boyle asked anxiously.
"I'm fine …" Malone spat out some blood and wiped the blood from his mouth.
This time, Malone finally looked at Chen Zhao seriously.
In the past, Malone had always looked down on Chen Zhao.
Even though Chen Zhao's repeated actions were still suspicious, Chen Zhao didn't care.
Malone had always treated it as a matter of course.
But Chen Zhao's casual counterattack made him realize how terrifying Chen Zhao was.
After all, Chen Zhao had used a physical attack to counterattack just now.
And physical attacks happened to be Malone's forte.
"You've angered me, do you know that?" Malone said in a low voice.
Chen Zhao was still half-paralyzed at the entrance of the cave, one foot crossed over the other.
With one hand supporting his head, he still had that condescending attitude.
"If you don't like me, you can try to kill me."
"Don't regret it," Marlon reminded.
"I won't regret it," Chen Zhao said casually. "You can't beat me."
"Take this!"
Peng —
It was both the process and the result of the connection.
The only difference was that Malone's injuries were more severe this time.
Malone continued to vomit blood, as though he was about to vomit his lungs out.
"What did I say? You can't beat me."
Terry Boyle sensed that Malone was heavily injured again, so he asked about Malone's situation again.
"Lord Boyle, please leave. There's a very powerful cultist here. I can't even take one blow from him. If he joins forces with the Spirit of Cursing, you'll be in danger."
"I won't leave you behind. Plus, the situation you're worried about doesn't exist. I'm the Nature Guardian. No one on this grassland can defeat me."
Malone was worried about Terry Boyle's attitude.
Terry Boyle's fearless attitude might put him in danger.
Just then, the ground started shaking violently.
Then, a huge object charged into the cave from outside.
It was the Nature Guardian, Terry Boyle.
However, he'd charged in in his original form.
The originally spacious cave couldn't fit him at all.
However, Terry Boyle used brute force to smash open a path.
"Bongla, get out here, you coward."
At this time, the temple that was originally standing in the middle began to emit cracking sounds.
It was the sound of skulls hitting each other.
The sound of a million skulls hitting each other made one's scalp go numb.
This was definitely not a good sign.
Something seemed to be hiding in the temple.
Chen Zhao sensed that there was something in the temple.
An evil and ominous aura.
But he soon realized that he was wrong.
That thing wasn't in the temple. The temple was that thing.
A million skulls flew into the air. They were the Spirit of Cursing.
"Is this the Spirit of Cursing's original form?"
No wonder he couldn't find the Spirit of Cursing.
It had been right under his nose all along.
Millions of skulls flew into the air at the same time. It was a shocking scene.
"Terry Boyle, our final battle is finally here. Today, I will definitely win."
The Spirit of Cursing's voice sounded like hundreds of thousands of people speaking at the same time.
It was accompanied by the sound of countless bones hitting each other.
"Bongla, come. This is what I've been waiting for." Terry responded to the Spirit of Cursing's challenge.
In an instant, the millions of skulls released spells at the same time.
Moreover, these one million skulls were not releasing the same type of magic.
Instead, they released various spells.
It was like a million spiritualists releasing spells at the same time. How shocking would that be?
"F * ck, this is what I've been waiting for. Gorgeous spells," Chen Zhao muttered to himself.
It was too shocking and gorgeous.
It was so gorgeous that it left one speechless and shocked.
The spells released by the million skulls were all below the intermediate level.
But when there was a qualitative change, there would be a quantitative change.
Even Ma Long was shocked by this.
He had once destroyed a clone of the Spirit of Cursing under Terry Boyle's lead.
But back then, the clone had only been a few hundred skulls.
At that time, Malone had thought that killing a clone of the Spirit of Cursing would greatly weaken the Spirit of Cursing.
But now, it seemed that the destruction of the clone had almost no effect on the original body.
This time, Ma Long truly understood the difference between the clone of the Spirit of Vengeance and the main body. It could not be understood with common sense.
"I'm starting to admire this guy. He's so powerful," Chen Zhao said in amazement.
The Spirit of Cursing's magic was a clone, but it gathered into a torrent of elements and magic.
Terry Boyle spat out a mouthful of dragon breath. "Turn everything into nothing."
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