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Chapter 142: Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Eight: Return

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The crimson Shadow of Asura directly withstood the onslaught, the pure white giant blade light came from the south sky, and then there was the ferocious flying head giant barbarian, three powerful warriors from the Fierce Realm fully opened their fire and launched an attack on the golden giant.

Under the golden fist shadows, Feng Wentong shed bloody tears amidst smiles. In his lifetime, he had seen glory and humiliation, wisdom and foolishness.

But in the final moments of life, he had two good brothers fighting alongside him. His life was not lived in vain.

His spiritual power had run dry, even his vital blood was devoured by the Shadow of Asura, but he knew that he couldn’t die now, because he had to block the golden giant’s frontal attack for his brothers.

“By my flesh and spirit…” Feng Wentong’s eyes flashed with determination. Since his brothers were to battle, he would burn everything to open a window of victory for them!

“Sacrifice to the Asura’s battle spirit, slay the enemy who dares to offend!”

The robust body of the Fierce Realm warrior ignited the Asura’s flame, Feng Wentong offered his physical body and spirit as nourishment, to worship the Asura’s battle spirit, hence acquiring the last dazzling moment in his life!

His limbs, body, and head were all consumed in the flame. Everything was lost, only my battle spirit remains immortal.

“Big brother!” Amidst two cries of sorrow, Feng Wentong dissipated in mid-air, dead, his soul extinguished.

The Shadow of Asura became more distinct under the nourishment of flesh and spirit, just like a true Asura warrior appeared, shattering the golden giant’s fist with one strike.

With his death, Wu Zhuo and Lu Zhenghe erupted with surprising combat power in their grief and indignation.

sadness as he struck the golden giant’s head with one

into the golden

torn apart by the intense spiritual power,

into the massive hole in the giant’s chest. In a short moment, the top half of the

few breaths’ time, they smashed the golden giant, which was akin to a divine being,

Wu Zhuo looked at the arrogant golden giant being eradicated, and finally couldn’t control his emotions any longer. He

of grief as he watched the trance of the Shadow of Asura, recalling the fond memories of Feng Wentong taking good care of them both in their

moment, the golden giant, now with only two legs remaining, leaped high into the air. Its right leg, held aloft in mid-air,

whip isn’t quite apt, because in Lu Zhenghe’s eyes, it was like a large mountain swinging over. Having lost his spiritual armor, he

“Boom!”

at the place of the knife’s resistance, and Lu Zhenghe became dazed, “What kind

right hand that was holding the knife handle broke, the palm of his left hand that was bracing the knife shattered, and the golden mountain smashed onto his chest. Every bone in his body shattered, and

of his spiritual armor, was bleeding from all orifices just from blocking

Lu!” Wu Zhuo’s eyes were about to crack open, he couldn’t believe that the golden giant, left with only half of its body,

despairing was that the upper half of the golden giant’s body was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those scattered golden rocks were, as if attracted by something, converging towards this half-body

a few breaths’ time, the golden giant regained its original state, brandishing its giant

Zhuo did not even turn his head. If this punch were to land, even with his spiritual armor protecting

the spiritual power attached to the golden giant wasn’t strong, the terrifying force behind it could easily penetrate the spiritual armor, vibrating a martial artist’s internal organs. Even the body of a Fierce Realm expert has no

the golden giant’s murderous punch. Just when the giant’s upper body

eliminated, the fight continues – such is the soul of

six arms held various Blood Fiend weapons, attacking the golden giant. Each strike could create a large hole in the golden giant, however, he rejuvenated in the blink of an eye, as

immense power of the golden giant, it would merely be knocked away, never eliminated. Still, it was

golden giant flashed again with Divine Light,

stood in the air, numbly watching the Shadow of Asura being scattered by punch

turned his gaze to Wu Zhuo. Its face resembling Tang Sen’s