My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 904

There was a hole the size of a bowl on the ghoul overlord’s chest. Its bones and flesh gradually cooled like red-hot coals.

Another beam of light followed. This time, it took a section of the

ghoul overlord’s head in a mist of blood.

an

Nash lifted both hands and covered his face, cold blood splattering on his arm. Using his Eight Desolate Crumbling Fist, he sent the ghoul overlord on him flying.

Then, something stood up from the ground.

The ghoul overlord that was now missing half of its head rushed toward Nash again. With one side of its head covered in blood and loose flesh, it was a horrifying sight to behold.

Fortunately, the wound was not healing this time.

Nash flashed forward, strong winds billowing from the movement. He struck the ghoul overlord with the Eight Desolate Crumbling Fists. incredible speed at which it was delivered sent the ghoul overlord i a big tree that was as thick as a bucket with just a single punch.

Jaxon appeared beside him immediately with the Eight-Part Sceptre and stabbed the tip into the creature’s heart.

Unable to withstand the scepter’s mighty mythic power, cracks spidered throughout the ghoul overlord’s body in a tight pattern before it exploded.

Jaxon let out a faint exhale as he gripped the scepter and rushed

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other two ghoul overlords. Nash

closely.

away, Boris and Peter were hidden in the dark as they witnessed

pale when he saw with his own two eyes how the expensive bodyguards he had hired were getting sucked dry by the

let’s go,” Boris

Seeing him go up against the ghoul

have a chance of turning the tables if we go

narrowed eyes.

you think we’ll still have the opportunity to turn things around once he has

his energy?”

what do you think?” Boris asked, shifting the decision- making to him. He had practically drained

with Mark

and Nash were both Golden Amulet Masters.

up against them now was akin to suicide.

were not without reason.

them would be able to withstand

roared

it. Rather than serving their lives on a platter, they should

another

again, hoping that he would listen

words.

were clenched tightly as he replied unwillingly, “If

leave, leave. I won’t

masterpiece of his lifetime. If it were to