Chapter 902

Under Tang Mingge's manipulation, these threads, as thin as cow hair, frantically drilled into Luo's body.

Every inch of Luo's skin, every bone, every muscle, and even his cells were being eroded!

Luo's screams came one after another, desolate and incomparable.

At this time, Tang Mingge beckoned to Luo, and Luo flew toward Tang Mingge uncontrollably.

"Luo, you say, if Tang Mingsong knew that you were still so weak ten years later, would he regret saving you?"

Tang Mingge looked down at Luo from above, his face full of mockery.

"But this is also good. You idiot finally delivered the *Ghost Cry Cutting Technique* to my door! Hahahaha."

Hearing Tang Mingge's laughter, Luo's face became even more twisted, his forehead covered in sweat, and the veins on his face bulged.

Tang Mingge stepped his leg onto Luo's right hand. "You used this arm to swing your sword and stab me just now, right? I, Tang Mingge, am very vengeful! Thread Saw!"

*Rip! *

Tang Mingge violently severed Luo's entire arm.

"Ugh, ah!" Luo screamed again, his face turning deathly pale.

"Luo, how is it? Do you feel a sense of despair? Didn't you want to kill me? What? Is this little ability of yours worthy of killing me?" Tang Mingge looked at Luo coldly and ruthlessly.

……

But let's talk about Wang Lufei's side.

He was currently fighting against the controlled Bemila and a thread clone of Tang Mingge.

Bemila, whose consciousness was already crumbling, kept waving her twin swords, while Tang Mingge's thread clone stood to the side watching the fun.

Wang Lufei didn't want to use his fists to hurt his friend at all, and facing Bemila's attacks, he could only defend.

Bemila kept waving her twin swords to slash, and Wang Lufei had to retreat again and again.

Wang Lufei questioned angrily: "Tang Mingge! If you have the ability, fight me head-on! What kind of hero is it to control my friend to fight me!"

"Hahahaha! You reckless man knows nothing! When did I say I was a hero?" Tang Mingge laughed wantonly, without any sense of shame at all!

Wang Lufei roared: "Bastard!"

"Hahaha, for someone who wants to achieve great hegemony, your kind of kindness is the most useless stumbling block. The benevolence and morality in the Jianghu have long been thrown into the trash heap by me!" Tang Mingge mocked, his tone full of disdain.

Wang Lufei was so angry he almost choked.

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense. If you have the ability, fight me one-on-one and see who wins!" Wang Lufei roared, smashing a fist toward Tang Mingge's thread clone.

However, just as Wang Lufei was about to touch Tang Mingge's thread clone, Bemila blocked in front of him.

She took this punch for Tang Mingge.

*Bang! *

With a dull sound, Bemila flew backward and smashed into the wall.

"Puh-wah!" Bemila spat out a mouthful of blood.

Tang Mingge's thread clone rushed up immediately, the threads in its hands slashing toward Wang Lufei, who was still in a state of guilt!

Wang Lufei hurriedly dodged, but was still grazed by one of the threads. Instantly, bright red blood spilled from his body, staining his clothes.

Wang Lufei looked at the wound on his body and then at Bemila, who had fallen to the ground, his anger level instantly exploding!

"Ah ah ah! Zizai Jiyi Gong Second Layer — Fist Rain!"

Wang Lufei roared.

In an instant, infinite fist shadows rushed toward Tang Mingge's thread wrapping!

Tang Mingge snorted coldly, meeting the attack without any fear.

The two fists collided, and Tang Mingge's threads exploded, turning into fragments all over the sky.

Wang Lufei's angry strike also punched through the roof of this room.

Tang Mingge himself, who was about to execute Luo, saw this posture and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hehe, it seems that if I want to lock up Wang Lufei, this cage is still a bit small!" Tang Mingge narrowed his eyes, a gloomy arc hanging on the corner of his mouth.

……

Another battlefield.

Tang Mingge's subordinate General Mahas looked at the giant Wang Haiding, a mocking smile appearing on his face.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you giants are truly ignorant. With such a large body, aren't you just a moving target on the battlefield?"

"I'm going to use you giant clan members to sacrifice the flag today!"

Mahas took a step forward, a powerful aura sweeping in all directions, and rushed toward Wang Haiding with terrifying momentum!

Wang Haiding's face turned solemn as he raised the shield in his hand to block.

Sparks flew, deafening!

Mahas's strength was very strong!

Although Wang Haiding was from the giant clan, his strength and speed were far inferior to Mahas's!

With this strike, Wang Haiding was shaken back a few steps, his tiger's mouth numb.

Wang Haiding was shocked in his heart. The physical quality of these guys was simply too perverted!

It was as if the most powerful giant in their Giant God Valley had crashed into his body.

Wang Haiding took a deep breath, calmed his restless Qi and blood, and then raised his shield to block again.

At this time, Mahas approached him again.

Mahas raised his foot abruptly and kicked Wang Haiding's chest fiercely.

*Crack! * Wang Haiding's chest cavity collapsed, his ribs broke, and blood flowed...

"Ah ah ah ah!" Wang Haiding roared angrily. The anger of the giant clan made him completely lose his reason.

Wang Haiding rushed toward Mahas frantically!

"The giant clan is a race that should be enslaved. Taishan Pressing Down!" Mahas sneered, jumping high directly, and then falling suddenly!

Accompanied by a loud noise, Wang Haiding smashed into the ground like a meteorite!

Wang Haiding struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with unwillingness and hatred.

Wang Haiding was not reconciled!

"Haha, it seems it's not working, huh? Sure enough, you so-called warriors are just a bunch of trash!"

Mahas mocked arrogantly, looking like he had victory in his grasp.

"General Mahas is mighty! What giant clan? They can't contend with General Mahas's Taishan Pressing Down at all!"

"That's right! The technique of Taishan Pressing Down was created by General Mahas himself. Even Wang Haiding of the giant clan can't compare!"

"The giant clan is truly pitiful!"

The soldiers around Mahas flattered him.

"You bunch of idiots, don't forget there are other enemies causing trouble on the battlefield. If you have time for this, you'd better go support the other generals!" Mahas snorted coldly.

When the soldiers heard this, they woke up in a hurry and then ran away!

And at this time, Wang Haiding struggled to climb up!

"Not bad! You didn't faint!" Mahas praised, then jumped high again.

For this attack, Mahas aimed at Wang Haiding's knee. He only needed one move to cripple his leg!

Wang Haiding's face turned deathly pale. He knew he absolutely couldn't resist this attack!

Wang Haiding watched helplessly as his knee was crushed by Mahas, and then, a sharp pain swept through his whole body, making him unable to help but scream, sweat rolling down his forehead!

Wang Haiding's left leg had been crippled by Mahas in one move!

As a warrior of the giant clan, Wang Haiding didn't surrender and swung a fist at Mahas.

"Tsk tsk, you really don't learn your lesson. Your strength can't compare to mine! Gravity Fist!"

Mahas looked at the fist Wang Haiding swung with contempt. His Gravity Fist smashed fiercely into Wang Haiding's fist!

Wang Haiding's right arm twisted and deformed instantly!

Immediately after, Mahas grabbed Wang Haiding's shoulders again and smashed him fiercely onto the floor!

Wang Haiding was smashed until he was dizzy. He felt as if his internal organs were about to fall apart!

"Hehe, I said it, in front of me, Mahas, you giant clan members will never have a chance to turn the tables!" Mahas sneered grimly.

Wang Haiding's consciousness was about to fade.

Is this how I'm going to end? I am clearly a noble warrior of Giant God Valley, but what have I done now?

I can't even compare to a normal human in strength, and I have no chance to repay my benefactor!

"No!"

Wang Haiding's eyes were blood-red. He suddenly erupted, his muscles bulging! ===== CHAPTER 903 =====