Chương 545: Khẩu súng này, ta lấy

Crisis of life and death descended.

The six-armed demon's eyes had already been pierced blind by the vampire, and the agonizing pain drove it completely into madness.

It wildly raised the hand clutching the black revolver and pulled the trigger instinctively toward the empty air above its head.

"BOOM!"

A gunshot rang out like a demon's whisper, and a massive shadow shot upward into the sky.

The black elephant, already plummeting mid-air with nowhere to grab for cover, was instantly swallowed by that shadow. Then its enormous, mountain-like body was compressed at terrifying speed and dragged into the muzzle of the gun.

One shot, an instant kill of the second sequence.

But the six-armed demon had also reached its end. With the ferocity of mutual destruction, it tore the giant constrictor wrapped around its body into two halves, even as chunks of its own flesh were ripped away by the barbs.

Then, blind, its entire body lacerated as if flayed a thousand times, its back hollowed out by the assassin's blade, it could no longer support its massive frame and collapsed heavily to the ground.

Seeing the strongest competitor fall, the vampire leaped ecstatically off the demon's face, grabbed the revolver, and flapped its wings to escape once more.

However, a flash of black light.

The Shadow Assassin appeared above the vampire as if by teleportation. The dagger in its hand traced an arc of death, cleaving the vampire cleanly in half from head to toe.

Amidst the bloody wind, the Shadow Assassin landed steadily and caught the bloodstained revolver with one hand.

It gazed at the corpses scattered across the ground and let out a low, sinister, and triumphant laugh from its throat.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

The ultimate winner was it.

Yet, before it could savor its triumph for long, the six-armed demon, which had been completely dead just moments ago, suddenly snapped its eyes open.

Playing dead!

The six-armed demon's massive body erupted violently. All six arms exploded with a terrifying strength like a final flare of life, striking simultaneously against the Shadow Assassin's back.

"BOOM!!!"

The Shadow Assassin didn't even have time to turn its head. Its body exploded under sheer brute force, transforming into a magnificent yet tragic spray of blood mist.

"Huff... huff..."

Having dealt with all its enemies, the six-armed demon sat limply amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, gasping heavily.

The wounds on its body were slowly but visibly healing.

It wiped the blood from its face with a trembling hand, heart still pounding. If not for the feigned death that had fooled them at the last moment, tonight it truly would have fallen to this pack of scum.

The six-armed demon rummaged through the blood and gore, picking up the revolver on the ground with a satisfied grin, examining it closely before its eyes.

This thing actually swallowed a fellow second-sequence creature like the black elephant. It was absolutely top-tier.

Once its injuries healed, with this gun in hand, it could walk sideways across the outer rim of the Abyss.

Just as the six-armed demon was basking in self-satisfaction, immersed in the beautiful dream of dominating the Abyss.

"Thump... thump..."

A steady rhythm of footsteps slowly echoed from the dense shadows not far away.

Another expert?

The six-armed demon trembled, gripping the revolver tightly, its single remaining eye staring toward the source of the sound.

As the shadows dispersed, the figure's face gradually became clear in the dim light.

It was... another human?

And unlike the bratty youngster before, this human was tall and well-built, with a handsome yet cold face.

He walked as casually as if strolling through his own backyard, stepping over the scattered monster remains and pools of blood.

On the young man's shoulder, a grotesque creature writhed and twisted restlessly.

The creature had a fearsome dragon head, its two pitch-black eyes sizing up the six-armed demon.

The dark dragon opened its maw, bared its fangs toward it, and revealed a chilling, bloodthirsty smile.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole waits behind, but behind the oriole stands the hunter with the gun."

A playful whisper echoed through the air.

Linh Hạ stopped walking, hands tucked in his pockets, staring at the corpses below with a slight raise of his brows.

This Progenitor actually died like this?

He had wanted to ask a few more things. It seemed not all Progenitors were as tough as him and Đại Cường.

Those forever blessed by fate are always the minority.

Linh Hạ averted his gaze, looking down at the six-armed demon as if it were facing a great crisis, his deep eyes calm with no ripple.

"A nice gun. A good performance too."

Linh Hạ slowly extended one hand:

"Now, it belongs to me."

Amidst the ruins, a cold wind howled through, carrying the stench of blood.

The six-armed demon sneered: "Where did you come from, human? Daring to speak to me like that. Do you think you're just asking for death?"

The six-armed demon roared, its voice even shaking the surrounding rubble.

It raised one arm without hesitation and pulled the trigger of the revolver in its hand.

"BOOM!"

No blinding muzzle flash, only a pitch-black phantom shot out from the barrel with a piercing shriek.

The shadow rushed toward Linh Hạ's face like a venomous dragon tearing through space.

Linh Hạ's eyes were cold. He merely sidestepped, and the shadow grazed past his nose, slammed into the collapsed wall behind him, then was retracted.

Seeing the attack miss, the six-armed demon scoffed coldly and holstered the black revolver back at its waist with fluid grace.

Immediately after, its remaining six arms clenched into fists simultaneously, like a raging wild ape, pounding its own granite-hard chest.

"THUD! THUD! THUD!"

The dull pounding echoed like war drums.

The wounds on its body, which had been curling and healing, tore open again from the violent motion. Great gushes of blood surged forth, but the six-armed demon didn't care in the slightest. The bloodlust and ferocity in its eyes were completely ignited.

"ROAR!"

It bellowed savagely, its massive body launching from the ground, leaping into the sky like a mountain descending upon its prey.

Six fists the size of water tanks, trailing raging winds that tore the air apart, slammed down toward Linh Hạ with devastating force.

Facing the onslaught, Linh Hạ's expression didn't change in the slightest. His wrist spun sharply in the empty air.

Accompanied by a burst of black and red savage light radiating bone-chilling cold, the massive axe — Black Curse — appeared in his hand in an instant.

The next second, a piercing thunder exploded beneath Linh Hạ's feet.

Thân hình hắn như một tia sét đen, biến mất tại chỗ trong tích tắc.

Dựa vào sự bùng nổ tốc độ cực hạn, hắn trực tiếp ngược dòng lao lên, như một bóng ma hiện ra bên cạnh con quái vật sáu tay giữa không trung.

Đồng tử con quái vật sáu tay co lại trong tích tắc, ánh mắt tràn đầy kinh hãi.

Nó hoàn toàn không ngờ rằng, con người tưởng chừng yếu ớt trước mặt mình, tốc độ lại nhanh đến mức phi lý như vậy.

Chưa kịp để sáu nắm đấm của nó hạ xuống, Lâm Hạ hai tay siết chặt chiến rìu đen thần chú, ánh mắt lạnh lẽo như băng, vung xuống.

"Xì loạt!"

Lưỡi rìu sắc bén mang theo thế lực hủy diệt, chém vào gốc một cánh tay của con quái vật sáu tay.

Máu tươi bắn tung tóe, cánh tay khỏe mạnh lập tức bị chém rời rạc thịt xương, suýt rơi rụng.

Tuy nhiên, gần như trong giây tiếp theo sau khi lưỡi rìu thực hạ xuống, hai bóng rìu khổng lồ đen thẫm như mực bám theo như ruồi ghé xương, theo đúng quỹ đạo vừa rồi, mang theo sức hủy diệt tương tự lại vô tình giáng xuống.

"Bộp! Bộp!"

Hai đường bóng ảnh liên tiếp cắt xẻ ở cực hạn lần thứ hai, trực tiếp chém đứt hoàn toàn cánh tay chỉ còn lại một mảnh thịt da dính liền.

Cánh tay rơi quay tròn từ giữa không trung, phun ra mưa máu bao trùm trời đất.