Chapter 280: Overbearing! The helpless Admiral!

While rapidly transferring the battlefield.

While frantically plundering the ruins.

Seizing the time to replenish his own strength, never letting Silver Axe's scheme succeed!!

Want to entangle me so I have no time to care about other things?

Don't want me to rob? I insist on robbing for you to see!

Not one left!

Completely cleared out!

Seemingly running wildly in multiple directions, fleeing in panic, but Locke's speed of scavenging things didn't drop at all.

Swish, swish, swish—

Large swaths of light and shadow flashing.

With scattered jewelry, pearls, and gems in the fire and smoke, they were easily pocketed by Locke.

Occasionally, he could break into a few halls, reach out and lift his hand, directly grabbing treasures and taking them; time was not wasted at all. Mo Ansi, who was chasing behind, seemed to not exist; anyway, it didn't have much impact on his scavenging.

On the contrary!

Because of the fierce pursuit and offensive of the two, the aftermath was so great that it drove away a large number of onlookers. Both enemy and friendly forces dared not take action rashly, fearing being involved in the great war, and even treasures that were about to be obtained were discarded, and they ran away. Like a street-cleaning tiger, Locke and the others actually gained more efficiency.

"Bastard!!!"

An angry roar came from afar, carrying rolling smoke and sound waves.

The surging smoke, under the low roar of the sound waves, turned into a hideous ghost face and rushed forward.

The anger in Mo Ansi's heart, who was chasing behind Locke, was imaginable; the whole person was about to explode with anger.

His face was flushed red.

Coupled with his short and thick stature, he looked just like a red taro.

Aggressive.

As if countless fires were turning into steam and gushing out.

"You! You! You! Looking for death!"

"Damn stinky brat!! Under the pursuit of this old man, you still dare to be like this... like this..."

Mo Ansi was so angry that his face and neck were red.

The gas he breathed out was a crimson, scorching color.

Trembling, his speech was a bit incoherent, and his desperate appearance made people worry about his state.

In a fit of anger!

He swung his right-hand red long saber hard.

Boom!!

Rumble!!!

The long saber made of high-concentration oxygen compression was thrown angrily at Locke's back. After losing the outer layer of smoke as an inert gas barrier, the heat generated by the high-concentration oxygen during ultra-high-speed movement ignited.

Instantly turned into a sky-high flame.

Like a sea of fire overturning, covering Locke's back.

The killing area was unimaginably vast.

His eyes were red with anger.

He directly let go of his concerns, and the offensive was even more exaggerated than the magma gushing out after a volcanic eruption.

"Red Smoke · Super · Great Eruption!"

The rolling flames directly covered everything, pouring down like a mountain and tsunami, with a very wide strike surface, directly 'pouring' down in front of him.

High-concentration oxygen ignited upon contact, like a floodgate releasing a flood, pouring downward.

Fire and water are ruthless!

It just replaced the flood with a sea of fire; there was enough oxygen, and even if there was nothing to burn, it could burn along the air. After contacting the building materials below, it directly turned into a more ferocious sea of fire.

That is to say, in God Valley, there were luxurious buildings everywhere, mostly built with gold and gems. Flames alone couldn't easily ignite them, let alone burn them. Occasionally, some wooden buildings were forged and compressed with thousand-year-old wood, so even facing thousands of degrees of flame, it wasn't so easy to hide.

Swish, swish, swish—

Locke shuttled rapidly in the sea of fire.

After the flames lingered everywhere, the danger to him wasn't too high. After all, his monster-like body wasn't something to brag about, but relatively speaking, scavenging treasures was much more troublesome.

Fire rushing into the sky, smoke lingering, not only obscuring vision and affecting action, but also causing some damage!

"Ah! Ah! Ah—"

"So hot, such a big fire..."

"Run! Jump into the water, there's a swimming pool there!"

"Save me! My leg is crushed by the burned beam..."

"Help... help..."

The indiscriminate offensive, under the raging fire, buried many people in the sea of fire, especially those guards who were still relying on fortifications to resist in the halls, or pirates who rushed in to scavenge.

All of them were shrouded in the sea of fire in an instant. The scorching flames burned the palace, and there was no place for them to escape. Looking with their eyes, everything was crimson.

Mo Ansi compressed an unknown amount of oxygen and poured it out in an instant. The scale of the burning was absolutely unimaginably powerful for everyone; this is absolutely a fact that does not need to be doubted.

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So...

Flame-Flame Fruit, even a dog wouldn't eat it!

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"Damn it!"

Mo Ansi's face turned black. The screams rising and falling in the sea of fire pulled his reason back instantly. The power in his hands converged, and the Smoke-Smoke Fruit power began to restrain, controlling the move of continuing to suppress oxygen infusion and making the sea of fire more ferocious.

Especially after discovering that Locke was extremely fast, shuttling freely in the sea of fire, relying on his monster-like physique, he basically didn't suffer any damage, at most his clothes were smoked black.

Mo Ansi, who stole a chicken but lost the rice, had his face turn black like a pot bottom.

Below!

What was burning was God Valley! What was dying was the World Government army!

The one who suffers the most is always one's own people!

Under the sea of fire, the losses were immeasurable. Even if he was an Army General, he couldn't bear this blame.

Especially...

In a situation where it was useless!

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"Tsk tsk, the fire stopped?"

Locke smacked his lips.

Looking at the sea of fire where the fire was gradually decreasing, his face carried a bit of surprise.

To be honest!

This kind of thing really didn't have much effect on him. Even the terrifying Mo Ansi, in Locke's own view, was just like that in a head-on battle. If it weren't for fear of wasting time, he really wouldn't be afraid of a head-on battle. ===== CHAPTER 282 =====