My Otherworldly Shura Field

Chapter 49 Beheading

“Very good, very good. I really underestimated you. I was wondering why the Spirit Cat Clan suddenly stopped fearing us. It turns out it was because of you.” Gorba smiled, his face showing excitement. So it was all caused by Lucifer. He understood how Restia and the others escaped.

However, he was determined to take down a mere Spirit Cat Clan member this time, as he was personally leading the charge.

Although Lucifer is somewhat strange, the difference in their levels is enormous, a huge chasm that cannot be crossed. The outcome is already obvious, and there is no need for him to take action.

He waved his hand and summoned another person. This person was at the same level as Lucifer, level 14. With the strength and agility of his Wolf Fang Clan, he was confident that he could defeat Lucifer.

"Take this!"

After stepping forward, this person transformed his hands into wolf claws and pounced on Lucifer without saying a word, his momentum fierce and his aura savage.

Its claws radiated a fierce aura, sharp as blades; if caught, a chunk of flesh would undoubtedly be torn off.

Faced with the approaching enemy, Lucifer's starry eyes darkened. Calling out someone of the same level was too disrespectful to him. Did they really think he was easy to bully?

Naturally, he showed them what true strength was, facing the enemy's attack head-on without flinching or dodging.

When the enemy's wolf claws were less than half a meter away from him, he suddenly swung his sword, and in a flash of light, a red light flew through the air.

The next moment, the attacker who had launched the attack on Lucifer was struck dumb, frozen in place, his sharp wolf claws stopping at Lucifer's chest, unable to advance further.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy and when he stopped, he saw a headless body. He stared wide-eyed in horror. Wasn't this his body?

This was his last shred of consciousness. He then closed his eyes, and his headless body slowly collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his wounds.

"What...what just happened?"

The Wolf Fang Clan members were dumbfounded. It was understandable that they could kill a few newbies in an instant, but to be killed instantly by someone of the same level without any warning was simply too strong.

Even the spirit cat people on the cliff were astonished. They had heard from Laestia that Lucifer was very strong, but now it seemed that he was not just strong, but monstrous.

They felt that Lucifer hadn't even moved much before the enemy died.

My king is mighty, my king is domineering.

Gorba's expression was quite interesting, somewhat grim. The strong force he sent out was not bad, but it was instantly killed by a single sword strike.

It wasn't that he lacked strength, but rather that Lucifer was too fast, too fast for him to react to.

Lucifer's initial display of skill has forced him to take him seriously; having killed hundreds of his clansmen, his combat power must be far greater than that.

"You three, go!"

This time, Gorba directly dispatched three tribesmen of level 15, refusing to believe that such strength was insufficient to defeat a mere cat king.

Subsequently, the three chosen members of the Wolf Fang tribe stepped out of the ranks. They had no weapons; only those of lower rank needed them. Wolf claws were their best weapons.

Without hesitation, the three men transformed their palms into claws and pounced on Lucifer from three directions. Their speed was far greater than that of the man Lucifer had just killed; it was at least twice as fast.

However, Lucifer still thought it was too slow and posed no threat to him. She could kill level 15 monsters when she was only level 12.

At this point, he had already reached level 14, and his combat power had increased many times over. He himself was unaware of the extent of this increase. Level 15 people were nothing to him and posed no threat whatsoever.

He gripped the purple blade tightly in his hand and swung it around. His steps were light, and his figure was like a shadow, difficult to catch. He slashed, cut, and sliced, and the speed of his sword swings was as fast as a startled bird. Only the flash of sword light could be seen.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The next moment, the three men who were attacking Lucifer let out painful screams and rolled on the ground.

One had his arm severed, another had both legs severed, and the third was even worse off, with half of his body cut off, his internal organs clearly visible, blood flowing incessantly, and he died immediately after screaming.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Lucifer never hesitated to strike his enemies, his longsword thrusting repeatedly, ending the lives of both men.

The level 14 clansman was instantly killed, and now three clansmen who were one level higher than the opponent were also instantly killed. There was no chance of recovery, and it only took a few seconds.

The wolves near Lucifer were frightened and retreated slightly, their faces showing fear. This was an innate fear of the strong. Lucifer had already proven his power, and no one wanted to seek their own death. After all, everyone only has one life, and if they die, they lose everything.

"You're very good, really very good. A level 14 person instantly killed three level 15 people. I really underestimated you, but there will definitely be no next time." Gorba's expression was a bit ugly, but he still had no intention of personally taking action. If a level 17 person like him were to fight against a level 14 person, wouldn't people laugh at him for bullying the weak?

He then glanced at the two men beside him. They were his capable subordinates, second only to him in strength, both possessing level 16 power. Even he dared not underestimate them when they joined forces. He refused to believe that such strength couldn't handle a guy of unknown origin.

"Your combat strength is not bad, but you're doomed if you run into us." The two stepped forward, facing Lucifer, their eyes filled with disdain. In their eyes, Lucifer was only slightly stronger, and they could kill a level 15 person in an instant. There was nothing for them to be proud of.

"Aren't you afraid of hurting your back by talking like that? In my opinion, you're the ones who will die." Lucifer's face darkened slightly. He could tell that the other party was not weak, so he had to start taking things seriously, getting into an attack stance, ready to strike, like a sword about to be drawn, its edge just beginning to show. If it doesn't strike, it'll be amazing.

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