Chapter 1007: Breakthrough in the Heat of Battle?! Title Skill — Purification!

I originally thought six against one could be settled swiftly.

But I never expected the Blood Ghost to be so hard to deal with.

He is no longer just simply strong in combat.

Even his innate talent is that treacherous.

His power keeps growing during battle, and he doesn't even feel pain.

Even after a fatal wound, he still has a self‑protection mechanism.

Now, wanting to withdraw early, the only solution is to use his innate talent.

But that will come at a price.

Cooldown is a flaw that most players cannot avoid.

If applied to the Blood Ghost, it means that when they face any strong enemy thereafter, they'll be missing a Hole Card.

The benefit and risk are clearly unbalanced.

"Rrra!"

Suddenly, a crisp crack shattered the calm.

The Blood Cocoon suddenly split open with a fissure.

A blood‑red, skin‑like figure slowly stepped out from it.

His gaze, like lightning, coldly surveyed the six ahead.

He twisted his stiff neck, producing a clacking sound.

The once blurred flesh‑filled face now restored to its original form.

The chill emanating from his brows could almost freeze a person into ice.

"It's been a long time since I felt this, truly nostalgic," the Blood Ghost said lightly.

"It seems you are confident you can survive our six‑person encirclement," Wang Defa said, though his body remained tense.

His gaze shifted, subtly giving Lu Junsheng a signal.

The Blood Ghost didn't even register the tiny gesture, merely smiling lightly: "You think a few of you can kill me?"

Speaking, his eyes landed on Wang Yuning's face, continuing: "The only one who can threaten me is you."

"But it's a pity, your innate talent is wasted on a flying bird‑person."

"The remaining five are just rotten fish and shrimp, not worthy of the stage."

"They can't even catch my eye!"

Such wildly perverse words spoken by those beside him would surely make everyone sneer.

But having tasted the Blood Ghost's power, they couldn't muster any scorn.

Only solemnity remained.

"Charge!" Lu Junsheng bellowed.

He crossed his hands, and radiant light blossomed in his eyes.

In an instant, the Blood Ghost was seized by an inexplicable force, standing still.

Only a pair of eyeballs could move on his whole body.

Strangely,

he showed not a hint of panic.

Only a hint of amusement.

"Still putting on a show!"

Wang Defa, enraged yet laughing, led four others to charge straight out.

A frenzied barrage poured down, each punch emitting a terrifying boom.

Wen Ran brandished a Sharp Blade and drove it hard into his head.

It entered through his brow and exited the back of his skull.

"Sss—"

Fresh blood sprayed sideways, the smell pungent.

But what shocked her was—

the wound healed at a visibly rapid speed.

In less than a heartbeat.

"How could this be?!"

Wen Ran's heart trembled violently; the Immortal Heart struck again.

To ensure success, she moved with practiced precision, targeting weak points.

Head, neck, chest!

Each slash was a mortal wound, leaving no room at all.

Besides that, the other four were not idle.

Their fists were their strongest weapons.

The reverberating aftershocks turned into a gale, whipping up the shattered stone dust on the ground.

Like a tornado, it ravaged all directions.

"Die!"

Wang Defa gathered all his strength and slammed down heavily!

"Boom!"

The Blood Ghost's body was finally blasted away.

The twisted, crooked body fell onto the ground.

The blood‑soaked, blurred state made those nearby involuntarily gasp a cold breath.

This scene inevitably makes one doubt—

Just how high is this guy's resistance to beating?

If any Fourth Tier Gene Modification warrior came, they would all meet their regret on the spot.

The coordination of the six, though not flawless,

still possessed considerable tacit understanding.

Their strength was likewise not mediocre.

But why…

"Now they should be dead through," Wang Defa said, panting heavily.

Lu Junsheng raised his hand to wipe the Sweat from his forehead and continued to maintain Innate Talent.

"Where are the mother and daughter?"

Ximen Zhirou suddenly turned back and saw a mother cradling a child, eyes full of terror.

Undoubtedly, that bloody scene just now inflicted a huge psychological shock on her.

She unwittingly immersed herself.

She imagined if she were the one being hit.

How tragic the outcome would be.

"It's over, come here," Ximen Zhirou gestured.

Bao'er mother hesitated slightly, but still obediently complied.

She didn't think she could escape under the watchful eyes of these terrifyingly fit individuals.

She had just missed the perfect chance to flee.

At this moment, there was no room for so‑called regret.

But as she stepped forward, a harsher, muffled sound rang out.

"He's not dead?!" Wang Yuning's face, calm as a lake, rippled with waves.

"What?" Ximen Zhirou turned his head back, eyes like torches.

He saw a mud‑like body suddenly erupt with soaring blood qi.

A force pulled the body, and it stood up straight.

The blood qi continuously repaired the body's wounds.

At the same time, its aura kept strengthening.

"Bo~!"

After a light sound, the surrounding blood qi surged suddenly.

Like a sudden gale and rain, it poured out all at once.

In an instant it flung the ordinary onlookers nearby outward.

Then, like dumplings dropping, they fell to the ground in succession.

Wang Defa was the first to bear the impact, his eyes instantly showing shock.

"Five… Fifth Tier?!"

He actually broke through?!

Breakthrough in the midst of battle?

Wait!

"This is not a fantasy world; Gene Modification does not change based on whether there is combat or not."

"Blood qi…"

Wang Defa struggled to lift his head and stared at the scene where blood qi resembled a wolf's smoke.

His heart trembled, and he couldn't help shouting, "He's using us as a whetstone!"

"What?" Lu Junsheng blurted out.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the Control, wondrously divine, suddenly failed.

The Blood Ghost, lightning‑fast, landed a punch on Lu Junsheng's Waist.

In addition, it delivered him a Burst Liver Punch.

"Pfft!"

Fresh blood spurted three feet high; Lu Junsheng slammed hard into the Air-raid Shelter wall, embedding deeply.

With just one punch, his bones shattered more than half.

Seeing this, Wang Defa's Pupil suddenly contracted; he dared not delay and immediately used Mind Control!

However, just as he locked onto his target, he was surprised to discover—

Innate Talent could not take effect!

"Hmph~"

In the blink of an eye, Wen Ran and Wang Yuning were consecutively struck by deadly blows, all flung backward, their fate unknown.

Zhuang Wu was both shocked and angry; just as he tried to use Innate Talent, a Foot stomped him to the ground.

Ximen Zhirou intended to intervene to rescue, but was also kicked into the air.

"Impossible, how could my Innate Talent be Immunity?"

Wang Defa's complexion turned extremely grim.

Does the opponent not have Dual Talent?

One is "Blood Rage".

The other is "Immunity"?

Thinking of this, Wang Defa gritted his teeth and retreated.

He always adhered to Su Yang's instructions.

If you can't win, run.

But the companions are all here; if he were to leave…

Before he could work out a reason, a sudden sound rang in his ears.

"Very confused, huh?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, my Title Skill is…"

"Purify!"