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Under the night sky, Leslie's body suddenly swelled, transforming into a giant over three meters tall. A layer of menacing armor quickly enveloped him, turning him into a cold-blooded killing machine in an instant.
Boom!
He stomped down heavily, causing the ground to tremble. Rage filled his mind, almost igniting him completely, and his voice was laced with uncontainable hostility: "Tell me, why did you kill him?"
"Why? Because it was boring," came the reply.
The other party spoke with a tone of irreverence, like a young nobleman out for amusement. He casually extended his hand and said, "Here, take it. This toy is too fragile; it’s completely unsatisfying."
Bang!
The person pierced by the tentacle crashed heavily to the ground, landing less than ten meters away from Leslie.
On that face identical to his own, there was no trace of fear in death. The eyes were wide open, mechanically blank: "Codename 08, experiment complete, attack power insufficient, unable to breach target defenses..."
Breath fading quietly, the body slowly grew cold, the eyes still wide open as if waiting for something.
"Ah, Isaac, you really deserve to die!"
The second Clone Body fell before him, sharing the same appearance and life signature. The unbearable sting of loss pierced through him as if he were being tortured repeatedly, and he couldn't help but roar in anger.
Boom!
He abruptly vanished from his spot with a sharp explosive sound, charging toward that detestable person with terrifying power!
With the strength he gained after completing Ultimate Evolution, a single punch could collapse mountains—let alone a mere human.
"Finally, this is getting interesting. I've been wanting to play with you for a long time; these trash are just too weak," Isaac licked his lips, his eyes filled with mad delight.
"Come on, attack me with all you've got, but don't die too quickly!"
A blinding crimson light erupted less than five meters away from him, surrounding Leslie with a dazzling blood-red energy that burned everything around it like flames, emitting a sharp howling sound.
Yet, he felt as if he had fallen into amber, unable to move an inch, only able to struggle in vain.
"Haha, you're too weak, too weak! You don't even qualify to get close to me; you're truly pathetic!"
Isaac laughed maniacally, his voice laced with frenzied anger. "I thought you would be stronger than these trash, but it turns out you're just another piece of garbage!"
"Weaklings are destined to be the playthings of the strong. Kneel before me!"
The already heavy special stance suddenly doubled in weight, pressing down on Leslie like a massive mountain. The blood-red aura enveloping him was forced tightly against his skin, and his legs nearly buckled beneath him.
"No!"
He roared, his exaggerated muscles exploding with power once more as he transformed into a five-meter-tall super giant, with arms thicker than a meter. He slammed his fist down onto the ground.
It was as if a bomb had detonated; the entire ground collapsed with a thunderous roar, deep cracks spreading out like a spider's web in all directions.
A fissure half a meter wide extended right beneath Isaac's feet, forcing him to take a step back.
That step gave Leslie the opportunity he needed. In an instant, he closed the five-meter gap between them, bringing down a fist larger than his own head.
Boom!
A dull thud echoed as his fist struck what felt like thick cowhide. The rebound force hit him like a wave, causing multiple wounds to explode open on his right arm, instantly soaking it in blood.
At that moment, he saw a massive serpent's head emerge from Isaac's chest, which quickly transformed into a giant snake over thirty meters long.
It was covered in a layer of dark Golden Feather, with two enormous pairs of wings sprouting from its back and a head larger than a car.
On top of its head were several snakes, reminiscent of Medusa, with each snake measuring several meters long. One of these had been the one to pierce the Clone Body earlier!
The Super Evolution Totem beast—Feathered Serpent!
It could bestow a slowing effect on Spirit Masters, and all targets within a thirty-meter radius would suffer from an incredibly terrifying force suppression. Those weaker would be crushed into meat paste!
The weak had no right to stand before it, daring to claim the title of a godly existence.
Boom!
The Feathered Serpent emerged from the void, its tail sweeping down towards Leslie. He instantly raised both hands to block the attack.
However, the opponent's power was too overwhelming; as soon as they made contact, it felt like a mountain crashing down. It drove his massive five-meter tall body deep into the rock, leaving only his head exposed.
The surging pressure squeezed him mercilessly, and the ground around him rumbled as if it were about to crush him into meat paste at any moment.
Isaac strode over with a helpless smile on his face. "Trash, utterly worthless trash. Struggle all you want; I love watching insects fight for their lives, even though death is all that awaits them."
Crack!
A clear sound of bones breaking echoed as Leslie's inflated body was ruthlessly compressed. Blood surged to his head, causing blood to flow from his eyes, nose, and mouth.
He struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free at all. He had never felt so powerless, like a fragile infant.
With the appearance of the Feathered Serpent, the already formidable strength of the slowing effect surged dramatically, making even the slightest movement require an immense amount of energy.
The energy within Leslie's body began to accumulate under this pressure, slowly undergoing some kind of qualitative change. It was as if it were being forged into steel, merging together and purifying itself, becoming denser and more powerful.
However, in the next moment, this immense pressure completely dissipated, and Isaac burst into laughter. "Hahaha, I don't want to lose a toy like this. Savor this humiliation well and strive to grow stronger. Then—bring me more fun!"
"Hahaha..."
The Feathered Serpent lifted him into the air, and his maniacal laughter gradually faded away.
The wind wailed, carrying a damp salty scent as it swept through the valley.
Leslie closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment. His massive form slowly shrank, and without a word, he crawled out from underground and left the place.
As he departed, confusion filled his eyes, but it quickly transformed into boundless indifference and deep-seated hostility...
This scene was fully recorded by a few insignificant insects and transmitted dozens of kilometers away.
On the rooftop, Xiar held Firefly in his arms and gazed up at the pitch-black night sky. "Hatred drives progress. As the Child of Destiny, what can you do?"
Xiar recalled the earlier situation; despite Leslie's strength after Ultimate Evolution, he had shown no ability to resist against his opponent, appearing pitifully weak.
"The Feathered Serpent truly is a top-tier totem. To defeat it, one must break its sluggish stance."
"This seems a bit troublesome..."
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