Chapter 307

Fight to the death? Sorry, I don't agree!

By the Number One Hell Giant's ear, Su Hao's voice suddenly sounded; when he turned his head, he discovered Su Hao had somehow appeared on his shoulder, holding a black sickle.

He was instantly startled; this speed was not right.

Just a moment ago, he still saw Su Hao several kilometers away.

But just as he was preparing to use a secret technique, Su Hao, as if teleporting, suddenly appeared on his shoulder; such astonishing speed, even a Supernatural Fourth Rank would find it hard to possess.

This made the Number One Hell Giant even more unable to understand; in his view, Su Hao was merely a summoner.

At most, his vitality was just a bit tougher, able to withstand one of his blows without dying; his own strength probably wasn't that great.

But now, he began to doubt his own guess; such speed is too off.

More importantly, he felt a deadly threat from the black sickle in Su Hao's hand,

If he were at his peak, perhaps he wouldn't have to worry so much about this sickle.

However, in the battle against those two Dark Dragons, he had already suffered considerable injury, wounds covering his body, even his core showing cracks.

Now heavily wounded, he vaguely felt that if, in this state, he were struck by that sickle, he would likely suffer serious injury, possibly even deciding the battle's outcome.

The stronger a supernatural being, the more accurate its spiritual sense.

For a supernatural being like the Number One Hell Giant, whose Supernatural Grade has reached the intermediate fifth rank, such a feeling concerning his own life could not be baseless.

This meant that the black sickle in his hand could indeed threaten his life? The Number One Hell Giant's heart jolted; he dared not gamble on that possibility.

Immediately, he gave his shoulder a violent shake, flinging Su Hao off, then stepped back a pace, intending to first create distance.

He was horrified to discover that Su Hao's body, having just been flung from his shoulder, vanished into the Blood Sea, and when it reappeared, it was already on his shoulder, raising the black sickle in hand.

He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he faintly felt that the sickle had grown a bit larger.

No, impossible to be an illusion!

The Number One Hell Giant knew that with his current strength, it was absolutely impossible to produce such an illusion.

This meant the sickle had indeed grown somewhat; his wariness increased a bit, and he hastily stepped back again.

At the same time, he raised his spiked club and slammed it down hard at Su Hao's position, intending to strike first and knock Su Hao away.

This feel is wrong.

He immediately noticed the abnormality; although he didn't exert much force in this strike, mainly relying on speed, his own strength was there, so even a casual blow carried great power.

Yet when his spiked club came down, aside from the resistance of the blood, he felt nothing else.

This meant that his spiked club had not struck Su Hao's body.

The following scene confirmed his guess.

Only see: a drop of blood on the Number One Hell Giant's shoulder suddenly expanded rapidly, in an instant reaching the size of an ordinary person; Su Hao's figure, holding the black sickle, appeared within that drop of blood.

One could clearly feel that the black sickle in his hand had become even more gigantic, its length already several dozen meters.

Although such a length on the Number One Hell Giant's body was not conspicuous, it was merely the length of an ear.

But the problem is, the speed at which this sickle grew is truly too fast.

The Number One Hell Giant's two movements combined took less than a second, yet the sickle magnified tenfold or more, its aura growing stronger.

As the sickle enlarged, the sense of danger the Number One Hell Giant felt from it grew stronger.

He must not be struck by that sickle, absolutely not! His spiritual sense was frantically warning, but no matter how he retreated or where he fled, Su Hao would always appear on his shoulder in the first instant.

Moreover, the sickle in his hand kept growing larger; in the blink of an eye, its length exceeded a hundred meters, a size sufficient to sever his neck in one stroke.

"Why run? Just stand still and become part of me, wouldn't that be nice?"

Su Hao gave a slight smile, then swung his Death Scythe, slashing at the Number One Hell Giant's neck; this move was extremely fast, and before the giant could react, he felt a faint pain in his neck, instantly breaking into a cold sweat and quickly retreating.

But just as he could not escape Su Hao's pursuit, he likewise could not escape the Death Scythe's attack.

Having just retreated, escaping the Death Scythe's attack range, he saw Su Hao's figure suddenly vanish.

When he reappeared, he was again on his shoulder, the Death Scythe now even closer to his neck.

No matter how he retreated, the result was the same; even using the spiked club made no difference.

His spiked club had just come down when Su Hao's body disappeared from beneath it, appearing on his other shoulder.

The distance between the Death Scythe and his neck narrowed once more, a thin scar appeared on his neck, and crimson blood began to flow from it.

This process sounds like it took a while, but in fact it occurred within just a couple of breaths.

Precisely because of this, the Number One Hell Giant felt extreme despair.

Unable to escape, he could only watch helplessly as the Death Scythe inched closer; this sense of powerlessness filled him with deep despair.

It seemed as if his death had become inevitable; no matter how hard he struggled, he would ultimately meet the same fate.

"No, impossible! Those two Dark Dragons didn't kill me; how could I die at the hands of a summoner like you?!"

"Summoner? When did I ever say I was a summoner?"

Su Hao gave a light chuckle, his form materializing from the giant's other shoulder, the sickle already pressed against his neck. In terms of overall combat strength, even an armored wall giant of Supernatural Fifth Rank would have a considerable gap compared to Su Hao.

Even facing the Number One Hell Giant at his peak, in a one-on-one, Su Hao is confident he can defeat it head-on without needing to enter the Dark Dragon state, especially after releasing the Blood Sea.

After the Blood Wolf Robe upgraded to the Blood Sea Robe, its speed-enhancing effect became faster; combined with the Aberrant Blood Demon's ability, in an environment filled with blood, Su Hao can accomplish teleportation within a range of several kilometers.

Furthermore, his own mental power and physique have both reached the fifth rank; with such teleportation ability, even if his opponent's Supernatural Grade has reached the intermediate fifth rank, he can stand in an invincible position.

If he also releases the Bloodthirsty Soul Fire, igniting an entire expanse of Blood Sea, the battle would become even simpler, requiring him to do nothing but wander within the Blood Sea and wait quietly.

However, the current outcome makes no difference; with Su Hao's manifestation this time, the Number One Hell Giant has lost any hope of evasion. The Death Scythe clings tightly to his neck, and with a turn of Su Hao's wrist, it easily slices through the flesh of his neck, striking his spine.

After a brief pause, even his cervical vertebrae were severed in two; his fine head fell from his neck, landed on the ground, and rolled forward several hundred meters before gradually stopping.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness and incomprehension; he was no ordinary giant, but a Hell Giant that would not truly die as long as its core remained intact.

Not to mention his head being chopped off; even if his head were minced and fed to dogs, he would not die, his body still able to regrow a new head.

But this time's result was completely different; after his head was severed, he discovered that the core in his chest had actually stopped beating, and when his head fell to the ground, its core fell utterly still.

This does not mean his core had nothing happen; rather, his core no longer had any movement at all.

Core…… completely destroyed!

"How……"

The No. 1 Hell Giant's head muttered half a sentence, and its gaze lost all luster.

The body's vital aura also completely dissipated at this moment, its massive form crashing heavily to the ground with a Bang!.

Su Hao slowly descended into the blood sea, standing on his shoulder, his expression calm, showing no joy of victory, as if he had merely done something utterly ordinary.

Honestly speaking, this is indeed nothing to be proud of.

In the previous battle, the No. 1 Hell Giant had already suffered serious injuries, and even its most important core showed several cracks.

Given this, Su Hao's strong kill of it isn't exactly normal, is it? What's there to be happy about? Don't look at Su Hao's Supernatural Grade being only Third Tier, but his actual combat ability is in no way inferior to a Supernatural Fifth Rank.

At my peak, while you are a heavily wounded body, the final result is naturally no surprise.

Afterward, he turned his gaze toward the battlefield.

After realizing that the No. 1 Hell Giant was dead, the No. 2 and No. 3 Hell Giants both showed grief and indignation, wishing to tear Su Hao apart completely, yet they could do nothing about it.

Especially the No. 3 Hell Giant, like the No. 1 Hell Giant, suffered severe injuries in the battle against the two dark dragons.

His strength is considerably weaker than that of the No. 1 Hell Giant, his injuries are even more severe; although not quite mortally wounded, he can exert at most fifty percent of his power.

Furthermore, when approaching the flesh mass, he was ambushed by the newly born Armored Wall Giant, his core suffering heavy blows again, black cracks spreading across the entire core, putting it in peril.

Now, under the fierce assault of the Armored Wall Giant, his body is severely damaged and his core is completely exposed.

Finally, under the repeated punches of the Armored Full-Arm Giant, the dark‑red core emitted a Crack! and shattered into countless fragments, some embedded in his body, some scattering into the surrounding blood sea.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the No. 3 Hell Giant followed the No. 1 Hell Giant's steps, collapsing completely to the ground, lifeless.

The situation of the remaining No. 2 Hell Giant is no better; his injuries are no lighter than those of the No. 3 Hell Giant, and the opponent he supposedly faces is the Three‑Tail Molten Weng Dragon that has not yet withdrawn from its dark‑dragon incarnation.

After those Hell Giants had their second layer stitched, the Three‑Tail Molten Weng Dragon's strength increased further, bringing it even closer to Supernatural Fifth Rank, and on top of that it remains in the damage‑ignoring, more ferocious dark‑dragon state.

Given the No. 2 Hell Giant's current condition, he absolutely cannot be a match for it.

Originally, the No. 2's goal was not to defeat the dark dragon formed by the Three‑Tail Molten Weng Dragon; he merely wanted to rescue the surviving clansmen, then drag out until the dark‑dragon incarnation ended, when he would deliver a fatal blow to the Three‑Tail Molten Weng Dragon.

But he never expected that, just as he had arrived, such a huge change would occur.

First, within that flesh mass, the Armored Wall Giant was born prematurely, dealing a heavy blow to the No. 3.

Next, the No. 1 was slain by Su Hao's overwhelming force; finally, the No. 2 also met no escape, and under the Armored Wall Giant's fierce assault, he lost all vitality.

With the situation suddenly reversed, the dark dragon into which the Three‑Tail Molten Weng Dragon had transformed no longer paid any heed to the Fourth‑Tier Hell Giants, turning its target onto the No. 2.

You should know that the Three‑Tail Molten Weng Dragon's strength surpasses that of the Six‑Armed One‑Eyed Giant, and its dark‑dragon incarnation can unleash even greater combat power.

Under his reckless onslaught, the No. 2 could only defend, and the outcome needs no further elaboration.

Soon after the No. 3's core was shattered, the dark dragon broke through the No. 2's defenses, pressed its hands on him and shoved him to the ground, gathering powerful energy in its mouth and exhaling a zero‑distance blast at his chest.

Accompanied by a Boom! the No. 2's chest was pierced by immense dark‑attribute energy, the dark‑red core within his thorax also utterly shattered, turning into tiny fragments that scattered outward.

Three Supernatural Fifth Rank Hell Giants have fallen; the remaining group of Fourth‑Tier Hell Giants are like lambs awaiting slaughter, posing not even the slightest threat.

In a short while, the dark dragon spawned by the Three‑Tail Molten Weng Dragon slaughtered them all; under Su Hao's control, they ultimately became a flesh mass nurturing new life.

Even the corpses of those three Fifth‑Tier Hell Giants, under Su Hao's control, turned into a mass not overly large yet exuding a far more astonishing aura.

It is easy to imagine that within this flesh mass a life of even greater strength is being nurtured.

"I wonder if it can reach mid‑Fifth Tier..."

Su Hao stroked his chin, then stopped thinking further, leaving them to slowly hatch.

Next, it is time to thoroughly explore this city and see what secrets it holds.

(End of chapter)