One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 239: 197: Purgatory Demon Abyss, No Return_2

The Demon General didn’t linger; he lightly tapped his toes and pulled out an afterimage, charging straight towards the Demon Suppression Tower.

Midway, another loud explosion came from inside the Demon Suppression Tower.

Bang!

The remaining window frames burst explosively, and a figure flew directly out from within.

This person was clad in black, obviously an assassin from the Anlong Organization.

His body curled up like a cooked shrimp. His face was flushed, spewing a mouthful of old blood in mid-air, leaving behind an arc of blood. Clearly, he had suffered a severe blow to the abdomen in the fight just now. With a broken spine and his internal organs mashed into a chaotic mess, he was instantly killed on the spot, dead beyond doubt.

Seeing this, the Demon General instantly shivered.

A trace of surprise flashed across her fair and alluring cheeks.

She was well aware that her target in this mission was formidable, far beyond what she could handle alone. Thus, she had made thorough preparations before the mission began, including the structure of the Demon Suppression Tower and the personnel inside. According to the records, within the Demon Suppression Bureau of Baihua County,

Apart from Su Heng, whose strength towered above all, suppressing everything,

The rest, whether elders or Deputy Governors, were all insignificant, as unremarkable as chickens made of clay.

However, the situation now clearly indicated an error in the intelligence. The men she brought, all battle-hardened elites, were just tossed out like trash just as they entered. Cang Qi of the Demon General suddenly became hyper-alert, with her muscles tensed, carefully charging into the Demon Suppression Tower through the window with each rise and fall.

A gloomy corridor appeared before her; sunlight streamed in from the broken windows behind her.

The ground was stained with a pool of crimson blood.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The left wall was indented inward with sprawling cracks, and a few bloody claw marks on the wall.

With just a glance, the Demon General automatically reconstructed the scene that had occurred. An assassin from Anlong was caught by a giant’s hand, brutally slammed into the wall. In agony and fear, his hands desperately struggled to the point where his nails were torn off, leaving behind bloody marks on the rough wall.

"What on earth is going on in this Demon Suppression Tower!?" the Demon General frowned deeply, her full chest heaving slightly.

Having come this far, naturally, there was no reason to quit halfway.

She continued forward,

Another piercing scream rang out, a thin Anlong assassin struggled to appear at the end of the hallway. Seeing the Demon General, the assassin’s eyes widened dramatically, as though encountering a beam of light in darkness, his facial expression eased, hand reaching out, mouth agape, seemingly about to say something—

But before he could say a word,

From behind in the darkness, a roughly huge hand suddenly stretched out, covering his mouth.

Without explanation, this unfortunate assassin was dragged back, followed by a scalp-numbing sound of muscles tearing, much like a giant beast chewing on a prey’s body in the dark forest. A pungent smell of blood surged from the darkness, mixed with several inhuman, sharp screams.

Watching her subordinate being killed right in front of her, the Demon General furrowed her brow deeply. She gritted her teeth, no longer hesitating, and rushed forward swiftly—

Bang bang!

The moment she dashed out, a gust of evil wind struck.

The Demon General rolled forward, landing in the middle of the great hall, dodging two dark long halberds. Her muscles tensed, and her Heavenly Deceit sensitivity was pushed to the limit. The strength within her coursed through her veins, instantly adjusting her state to its peak before she raised her head to look around.

"Hiss!"

Even though the Demon General was prepared, she still couldn’t help but gasp in cold air.

The ground, walls, and ceiling were covered in blood, damaged innards, and crushed bodies. A head was directly embedded into the ceiling, with fresh blood flowing down from the snapped neck, and a pale spine swinging like a rat’s tail.

The surrounding environment was very dark, seemingly deliberate, to maintain alertness.

Only a few oil lamps hanging on chains in the corners flickered, casting everything with a bloody hue.

The Demon General was of normal human height.

In her line of sight, muscular thighs stood like pillars.

These giants were clad in scaled armor, wielding long spears, like walls forged from flesh and steel. And the intense scent they exuded, hormonally stimulating sebum, instinctively made one feel threatened, causing hearts to race.

The Demon General instinctively took a step back, lifting her head, then looking higher.

She realized that each of these men was over three meters tall, incredibly strong, their faces cold and bloodthirsty.

Of course, they were sufficiently bloodthirsty.

From the start of the fight until now, only a few breaths of time had passed.

Those Anlong experts she brought had been devoured alive, torn into pieces, while these men appeared barely injured. The only consolation was that although they were strong, their aura had not reached the Heavenly Deceit level, and some weren’t even demonic fetuses.

"Not reaching the Heavenly Deceit, they are but ants." The Demon General sighed in relief in her heart and activated her hypersensitivity.

Like a crimson thunderbolt exploding in her vision, a bizarre laughter came from the void.

With hypersensitivity activated, her reaction speed increased tenfold or even a hundred times, making the whole world seem like it was paused, and the Demon General became the only movable entity in this still tableau.

Her left fingers spread, pulling open a metallic thread.

Infusing it with her strength, she pushed forward.

These metallic threads, made from a special material from Skull Plain, encapsulated by force, vibrating at high frequency, were exceedingly sharp. They could slice through metal like cutting through tofu. Cang Qi seemed already to see the heads roll and blood spurt critically.