Chapter 11 Breathing Stalled

Breathing stalled, Zou Zheng subconsciously grabbed his neck with his left hand, desperately throwing a right hook at Li Ang's head.

Li Ang twisted his body to the left to avoid the punch, and while kicking off the wall, slammed a right downward punch into the demon's abdomen.

Ripple energy spread wantonly, infiltrating inward from the external abdominal oblique muscle, infecting the rectus abdominis, transverse abdominis, greater omentum, ileum, jejunum, all the way to the lumbar vertebrae behind!

Zou Zheng only felt his lower abdomen numb and his back without sensation. He barely mustered his strength and kicked his left leg towards Li Ang's chest, but Li Ang moved his body back, blocking the incoming leg with his left arm. At the same time, he stepped forward with his left foot and continued to punch the demon's abdomen and chest, causing the entire chest and abdomen to cave in.

Thump, thump, thump—

Punch after punch, Li Ang hammered the demon's head expressionlessly like a pile driver, driving his entire head into his caved-in chest.

"Good, it hurts..."

Zou Zheng, whose head was shrunk into his chest cavity, muttered vaguely, "Really, it hurts so much..."

Visible black demonic energy spread across his body.

Li Ang only felt the hairs on his body stand on end. He surged his ripple, destroying the opponent's limb joints, while activating the cat's eye, releasing an illusion, and retreated rapidly.

"...Good, it hurts."

The heap of rotten flesh was not affected by the illusion at all. It twisted and "stood" up in a posture that completely defied human biomechanics.

The place where the head should have been was replaced by a bizarre, wriggling mass of flesh mixed with blood, muscle, and bone.

————

Chai Cuiqiao, who was guiding souls back to their positions above the shantytown, suddenly noticed that the black cloud vortex that had been binding the surrounding souls had quietly dissipated, and her actions were no longer obstructed.

This was not a good thing, because all the Yin Sha (demonic) energy in the sky had gathered into a long dragon, rushing down through the huge gap in the roof, pouring entirely into Zou Zheng's "head."

This action indicated that Zou Zheng had completely abandoned his plan to devour the souls of the shantytown residents, and it also meant that Li Ang was now facing a complete demon without any worries...

Chai Cuiqiao bit her lip tightly, unhindered by the black cloud vortex, and kicked each soul back into its own body as quickly as if she were kicking a ball, then shook her long skirt and flew straight towards the building where Li Ang was.

"I'm, asking you, why are you running..."

The demon with the bizarre flesh-mass head staggered through the corridor, like a young infant just learning how to walk.

The red and black runes on his skin were like garbled code on a crashed computer, out of control, twitching, changing, shaking, trembling.

Bone spurs all over his body grew and receded, eroded into hollow holes, spewing red and white marrow, and grew pink, slender fleshy tumors like squid tentacles, hanging down naturally.

This thing could no longer be called a human being, but in the system page, it was still marked as a player who had cultivated the Tianmo Gong (Demonic Art of the Heavens).

The Tales of the Son of Heaven is an uncompromising high-martial world, and the Tianmo Gong is among the most supreme skills in the Tales of the Son of Heaven. Although Zou Zheng was a veteran player, his martial will and martial cultivation were still insufficient to completely control this skill.

He was usually able to maintain an independent and complete personal will entirely by relying on another skill, the Bing Xin Jue (Ice Heart Mantra), to offset the negative effects of the Tianmo Gong's Yin-Yang Polar Demon Path.

Skill Name: Bing Xin Jue (Ice Heart Mantra)

Type: Universal

Effect: Passively calms the mind, maintains a calm and unwavering spirit, and resists illusions and hallucinations.

Consumption: None

Learning conditions: Intelligence attribute greater than or equal to 10

Remarks: If the heart is as clear as ice, the sky will not be surprising; if everything remains constant, the mind will be at peace.

The Bing Xin Jue was not as powerful as the Tianmo Gong in the first place, and now that the surging demonic energy entered his body, as one grew and the other waned, the Bing Xin Jue completely collapsed, allowing the pure malice brought by the Yin-Yang Polar Demon Path to invade Zou Zheng's mind.

It could even be said that the current Zou Zheng was no longer himself, but had become

A demon driven by savage instinct and cunning nature.

Li Ang silently moved backward, the dripping blood from Zou Zheng sliding down his gloves, drawing a long red line on the dusty corridor floor.

Click—

As if a nuclear reaction had reached criticality, the demon's body expanded again, and its thick, long right arm was covered with bone armor, forming a bone blade comparable to a door panel.

The demon slashed diagonally, and the raging demonic energy that spread along the bone blade materialized and moved forward.

The entire corridor, and even the entire second floor, was split in two by this slash, and the indestructible reinforced concrete collapsed and fell like tofu.

The building tilted to one side, and smoke obscured the sky. Li Ang advanced instead of retreating, breaking out along the sloping corridor!

His index and middle fingers were joined together to form a sword, and a special energy called Silver Ripple Rush was condensed and gathered at his fingertips, emitting a dazzling silver light.

Silver Ripple Rush!

The demon, devoid of reason, did not dodge or retreat. Standing in the sloping corridor, facing Li Ang who was rushing up from below, he relied entirely on his body's instincts to block the bone blade that was like a door panel in front of him.

Boom!!

The fingertip pierced the bone blade without any obstruction, and the sharp bone fragments collapsed, shattered, and scattered in all directions.

Not enough. Li Ang stuck to him, pinched the demon's thick, short neck, and slowly and firmly pushed the finger-sword, crushing the bone blade inch by inch, towards the demon's skull, while the other party desperately pushed the right arm holding the bone blade forward.

The two figures seemed to be frozen, deadlocked in this pure and simple arm wrestling.

Finally, unable to endure the sense of crisis, the demon's left arm swung upward, throwing an uppercut at Li Ang's waist and abdomen.

Pa—

Fine and long black hair poured out from the floor, barely hooking the demon's left arm that was slamming towards Li Ang. Every moment, strands of hair were burned and broken by the thick blood energy, but the next second, more and denser hair filled the space.

Chai Cuiqiao, her face as pale as snow, crouched like a cat on the isolated wall behind the demon, desperately squeezing the Yin energy in her body, urging out continuous black hair to hook the demon's arms and torso, pulling backward.

The stalemate arm-wrestling competition finally lost its balance, and the finger-sword shining with silver ripple rush light stabbed into the lump of flesh that was the demon's head.

The right fingertip released a ripple energy that was as warm as jade and as grand as the atmosphere. For a demon, the ripple was like arsenic, wantonly dissolving the flesh, melting a cavity in the demon's head.

Li Ang's right hand drilled into the cavity, reached what was probably the oral cavity, and went all the way down, using his palm to open the throat.

"Darling, it's time to take your medicine."

Li Ang gently cradled the other party's head, took out a white phosphorus incendiary bomb from the backpack with his left hand, and slowly pressed it into the demon's throat from top to bottom through the head cavity.

The specific action was like taking a plunger and desperately plunging a toilet...

The demon, with its extremely tenacious vitality, was not dead yet and was still struggling violently, but under the heavy **** of Chai Cuiqiao's hair, it could not stop Li Ang's actions at all.

The incendiary bomb went down the throat and directly into the stomach.

Disengaging the safety and pulling out the pin, Li Ang slowly pulled out his blood-soaked arm, reached out with Chai Cuiqiao, and pressed down on the struggling demon.

The white phosphorus incendiary bomb began to ignite spontaneously. Dense smoke spewed out from the demon's head cavity, comically like an early steam engine.

The demon, which had no mouth structure, could no longer say anything, but from its wildly struggling posture like a live fish, one could vaguely feel the pain of being burned inside out.

The greatest characteristic of white phosphorus is that it can burn completely in a small space or a space with low air density. Its burning temperature can reach over 1000 degrees Celsius. If a person gets even a little bit on them, it will penetrate the flesh and blood and go deep into the bone marrow. Even water or soil cannot stop the spread of the flame, unless the white

Phosphorus is exhausted and the flame is extinguished—not to mention that this incendiary bomb was Li Ang's special edition, with a considerable amount of explosive.

The demon's struggling movements became smaller and smaller. As the yellow, scorching flames broke through the skin and penetrated the body, this inhuman body finally stopped moving completely.

Eliminated the murderer of Zeng Weiming and Wang Fangni 1/1

The regular mission "Madman" has been completed

Reward settlement in progress

The yellow flames were still burning, still emitting thick smoke. Li Ang released his hands pressing down on the demon's arms, stood up, and waved his hand in front of his nose to disperse the irritating white phosphorus gas and the faint aroma of barbecue.

Li Ang probably won't want to eat barbecue for the next few days...