One more catty, one more attribute point

"I've said it before, and I don't want to repeat myself a second time," the young man with a ponytail said coldly, glancing at him with a touch of killing intent in his eyes.

The young man with a buzz cut felt a chill in his heart and finally calmed down.

But being naturally restless, after a while he felt uncomfortable all over and could only look up at the sky.

Whoosh!

A shadow streaked past.

But upon closer inspection, it seemed as though nothing was there.

The young man with the buzz cut rubbed his eyes, "Junior brother, did you see something just now?"

"Junior brother!"

He turned his head for a look, and nowhere in his line of sight was there any trace of his junior brother.

"What's happening!?" The young man with a buzz cut felt a chill rush over him, as if all the hairs on his body were standing on end.

He immediately sensed that something was wrong, tensed his muscles, his pupils constricted, cautiously checking his surroundings.

Bang!

The ground seemed to vibrate slightly.

When the young man with the buzz cut turned around, he saw his junior brother's figure on the wall behind him.

He was now dead beyond dead, with a face distorted with fright and panic, with blood oozing out from his features.

His body was bent and twisted unnaturally, as if all his bones were completely shattered. At this moment, his body was weirdly embedded in the wall in a "swastika" shape, with thick, crimson blood being pulled into uneven stripes by gravity.

"Hiss!" The young man with the buzz cut took in a cold breath, almost screaming out loud.

"Senior brother, someone—" The young man with the buzz cut's pupils trembled, but the rest of the sentence just wouldn't come out.

In front of him,

The ponytailed young man's head had been completely smashed, his mangled body slumping forward.

Blood was spurting out like a hot spring, splashing everywhere on the ground, the walls, and amidst the sticky pool of blood, one could vaguely see an eyeball streaked with blood.

"Senior brother!?" The young man with the buzz cut's legs went weak, his face full of disbelief and horror.

Swish!

A gust of wind came out of nowhere.

The bright sunlight suddenly became much dimmer.

The young man with the buzz cut had an ominous premonition in his heart, slowly turned around, looked up, and then lifted his head higher.

Behind him was a giant over three meters tall, gazing down at him with an impassive face. As their eyes met, the young man with the buzz cut felt a tingling sensation on his scalp!

He had no thought whatsoever of contending with it, muscles on his ankles twisted and tensed, erupting instantaneously.

His entire being transformed into a streak of black light, shooting forward.

The speed was so great,

that the winds it brought up tore the weeds growing in the corner of the wall to shreds, lifting them into mid-air.

But after taking two steps forward with force, he was horrified to find that he was getting further away from the door, while everything around him seemed to be moving forward.

A tremendous pulling force fell upon him, lifting him into the air against his control.

No matter how he struggled, it was to no avail.

Turning his head—

Swish!

A pitch-black hand as large as the sky itself, with fingers spread wide, thrust forward with force.

The young man with the buzz cut's entire body was grasped in Su Heng's hand like a toy doll, he let out a scream of terror, which abruptly cut off.

The pulling force in Su Heng's palm kept increasing, and the young man gradually lost his human shape, turning into a blood-red meatball about twenty centimeters in diameter in Su Heng's hand.

Splat!

Su Heng gave a forceful squeeze, and the meatball exploded with a bang.

Broken bones, flesh, and sticky viscera splattered everywhere, making a pitter-patter sound as they fell to the ground.

The bloodstains evaporated and dried up as quickly as droplets of water in a hot pan.

Wisps of blood energy dissipated and was absorbed away.

In the end, it gathered in the courtyard's center on a blood-red blade wrapped in chains.

"Is this the Blood Sacrifice Divine Weapon?" Su Heng's eyes flickered with curiosity as he reached for it, and the Divine Weapon broke free from the chains and fell into his hand.

Crack crack crack!

The Divine Weapon began to struggle violently as it lay in Su Heng's hand.

At the same time, thick crimson evil energy burst forth, trying to invade his spirit and take control of his body.

"Quite the evil tool!" Su Heng was surprised, "But not good enough if it thinks it can affect me."

Crack!

He squeezed hard, and a surge of powerful energy flowed into it.

The Divine Weapon calmed down and stopped moving, the bloodthirsty aura disappearing without a trace.

Su Heng gently stroked the blade's edge, then gradually exerted force, just managing to break through his defenses at last. Specks of crimson blood leaked out, staining the blade's edge. Upon contact, they hissed as if acid met iron, etching away at the surface to leave pockmarked traces.

The Blood Sacrifice Divine Weapon's edge was, in fact, corroded by Su Heng's blood, which was showing signs of erosion.

"The quality is a bit ordinary," Su Heng shook his head.

The degree of Blood Mutation in his body had reached ninety-five percent, and the strong vitality contained within made his blood highly toxic to other life forms. It now seemed that even inert materials like metal could also be corroded.

Su Heng wasn't particularly interested in the Blood Sacrifice Divine Weapon; instead, it was the method of its forging that slightly piqued his interest.

Because he sensed the presence of several different demonic beings within this Divine Weapon.

If a similar method were applied to a human, wouldn't it be a technique for merging with demonic corpses?

As Su Heng was pondering this, he slowly spread out his perception.

"There's a hidden door in the room!"

He made a discovery quickly and reached out with a fierce grab.

Boom!

The entire wall collapsed with a crash.

A red iron box flew out from the dust, landing in Su Heng's hand.

Click!

He squeezed, and the box opened.

A pale green poisonous fog drifted out, which Su Heng dispersed to one side with a twisting force field.