The strongest biochemical

Chapter 623 Begging for mercy
The sky was dark and gloomy, the wind was howling, and the air was filled with a chilling fighting spirit.

The 50-meter giant figure transformed by the power of thought, clasped his hands tightly, and smashed down against Moroenke from the air.

Moluo Yanke suddenly opened his eyes, and two blood-red lights burst into the sky from his eyes, exuding a bloodthirsty, cruel, and sinister atmosphere. His face was tearing apart, and his facial muscles were distorted, like a ferocious ghost.

"Ugh~"

A tyrannical roar came out of his mouth, and a powerful and unparalleled energy surged around him around him, entangled his control threads, the soil that bound his feet, and the wind that enveloped him all over the sky. All the blades are turned into nothingness at this instant.

Immediately afterwards, he spread his feet apart, biting his bleeding front teeth, and punched the sky with his fist, confronting the giant figure forcefully.

"Bang~"

An earth-shattering loud noise erupted, the earth trembled violently, the wind and thunder rolled, the wind blew up, the sky was covered by sand and dust, the terrifying energy shrank to the extreme, and then rushed out in all directions, where the space was distorted and the ground collapsed , rice ears and trees were uprooted.

Heaven and earth lose color!

Terrible energy fluctuations raged between the heaven and the earth, and the invisible pressure surged away like angry waves, and countless city wall defenders were overthrown to the ground.

Looking at the battlefield like a powerful bomb exploding and covering the sky with yellow sand, everyone's heart was filled with shock. The scene of the strong confrontation between the God Clan and the Blood Night Clan turned out to be so terrifying, which they could not imagine.

Bai Wanqing, Lu Pei, Pan Changyun, and Zhang Yifei, who were seriously injured, also looked at the battlefield ravaged by sand and dust in astonishment. They were directly sent flying more than ten meters away by the violent wind just now, and they couldn't resist even a little bit. At that moment, they felt that they were very small, like a speck of dust in the air, completely negligible.

As time passed, the tumbling dust slowly stopped, and all the defenders of the city wall opened their eyes wide in horror, their hairs stood on end, and they were terrified to the extreme.

It turned out that a large pit with a diameter of 50 meters appeared at the place where Yu Wenfu and Moluo Yanke were bombarded. The rice ears and vegetation that had grown on it were all reduced to ashes. Traces of cracks appeared in the pit.

Is this really two humans fighting?

The city wall defenders were stunned, and Zhang Yifei and the others were also stunned. Looking at the huge pit not far away in disbelief, they felt extremely shocked in their hearts.

"Cough...cough..."

Yu Wenfu knelt down on one knee and managed to stabilize his figure with his hands on the ground. His face was pale and he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, or had all the energy in his body taken away. The spirit of the past is gone.

"Bang~"

Earth and rocks splashed, sand and dust flew up, and Mo Luoyenke, who was buried in the center of the pit, rushed out, scarred and covered in blood, with a strong bloody aura circulating all over his body.

He glanced at Zhang Yifei and others who were lying on the ground around him, then at Yu Wenfu, laughed wildly, then fixed his eyes, and roared murderously: "Who else?"

"Me!" came a cry from the soul.

Moluo Yanke turned his head and saw that he was thin and thin. Compared with him, he looked like a dwarf who came out of the dwarf country. The old eight picked up a big knife from nowhere, rushed forward fearlessly, and slashed at his thigh. superior.

"When~"

The blade of the big knife was discounted, as if it had been cut on a rock, and it couldn't hurt Moroenke at all.

The tiger's mouth was open, and a trace of blood seeped out. The old man ignored it, gritted his teeth, and slashed wildly.

The corner of Moluo Yanke's mouth twitched, he grabbed the big knife with his big hand, and asked with a gloomy face, "Have you cut enough?"

The old eight ignored it, the knife could no longer be used, so he hit with his fist, kicked with his foot, butted with his head...

But Moluo Yanke's body was so strong that he couldn't even cut it with a knife. After a while, Lao Ba's fist smashed the skin, and his forehead was also smashed, and blood gushed out, dripping all over his face.

He still didn't stop, roaring, attacking Moluoyenke like a maniac, and finally bit his teeth directly, losing his mind like a wild beast, trying to tear off a piece of flesh and blood from Moluoyenke's body.

"enough!"

Moluo Yanke grabbed Lao Ba's neck, lifted him into the air, and said murderously, "My patience is limited, Lao Ba, if you want to die, I will definitely help you."

"Bah~"

The old man spat at him, blood mixed with saliva, and sprayed on Moroyenke's face.

Mo Luoyenke was furious, his evil spirit surged wildly, his arms bulged, and he pinched hard, and Lao Ba's face turned red and liver-colored, and he struggled painfully in his hands. He knew that as long as he added a little more strength, Lao Ba His neck would break and he would die.

But he didn't kill him, but slowly let go, enough for Lao Ba to breathe.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The old eight laughed like crazy, and yelled at Mo Luoyanke with a ferocious face, "Come on, kill me, you killed Zhupi and Seventh Brother, if you have the ability, you can kill me too!"

Moluo Yanke clenched her front teeth, looked fiercely at the eighth child who was struggling in her hands, and fell into a contradictory psychology.If Ling Xiu and Zhupi were just ordinary people, he would never kill them, but fate is always so good at playing tricks on people, but Lingxiu is a combination of their Blood Night Clan and God Clan, and Zhupi is a capable person .

Mission and hatred do not allow him to have any pity or sympathy for Ling Xiu and Zhu Pi, but Lao Ba is different, Lao Ba is just an ordinary person.

"What's the matter, you, a murderous devil who doesn't blink an eye, will hesitate? Stop being so fucking hypocritical, come, kill me, and let me reunite with Seventh Brother and the others." Lao Ba shouted loudly.

"You want to die with all your heart, but I will not let you die. I want to make your life worse than death!"

Moluo Yanke sneered, the same as he had treated Ling Xiu before, a yellow energy beam was stimulated from his fingertips, piercing Lao Ba's thigh at once.

"Ah~" Lao Ba's pupils shrank suddenly, and he let out a painful scream.

"Hey~"

Another beam of yellow energy beams penetrated his other thigh, followed by arms, shoulders, soles of feet, palms...

In a short while, Lao Ba's whole body was already bloody, with blood holes all over the place, and those blood holes avoided the fatal parts, so Lao Ba was still alive, his mind was also abnormally clear, his muscles were twitching violently, and his voice was hoarse Yes, life is worse than death!
"Beg me for mercy, and I'll let you go!" Moroyenke said, looking at the old man who was already a blood man, he was in great pain, but no matter what, he would not stop unless the old man gave in to him.

"Bah~"

Lao Ba couldn't speak, and only spat a mouthful of thick blood on his face.

The corners of Moluo Yanke's eyes twitched, and he pressed down with his big hand, directly pushing Lao Ba to the ground.

His back collided violently with the ground, and Lao Ba let out a scream of pain, leaving only his last breath.

"Beg for mercy, please beg for mercy!"

Moluo Yanke's eyes were red, and tears wet his eyes, "As long as you give in to me, I will let you go, and I will feed you with my own blood to keep your heart, old man, what are you waiting for, come on!" I beg for mercy!"

The last one was almost a growl.

(End of this chapter)