The most powerful system in history

Chapter 1181 Nine Sandbags
The tighter the space, the greater the power of the explosion.

This point was proved by the bodies of the nine undead.

Under the burst of golden sword energy that suddenly exploded, the nine undead, whether it was the mantis monster with a solid body, the death attendant who moved surreptitiously, or the nothingness demon whose body seemed to be in another dimension, all of them suffered a terrible blow.

Divide the corpse?

No, it was much more miserable than this ending.

Take the diamond mantis with the hardest body as an example, its diamond-like body was directly chopped into pieces by the sword energy.

Diamond shards all over the sky, scattered on the ground.

The rest of the undead also had the same fate.

Everywhere, there are broken corpses, or the fragments of corpses.

When all this "dust fell to the ground", outside the empty prison, a figure slowly emerged from nothingness.

Wearing a green shirt, with a pale face, if it wasn't Wu Liang, whoever it was.

"It works great!"

"This trick is called the Sword Clone!"

Wu Liang looked at the corpses all over the floor, and said calmly.

It was obviously referring to the supernatural power that Wu Liang used to wipe out the nine undead before, and the avatar created with the sword energy of the gods. Because of the relationship between the divine power and the same source of breath, no one could detect that it was Wu Liang's avatar.

And the real body has already moved away.

Leaving a clone of sword energy, and then using the division of two worlds technique to create a void prison, and then the clone self-destructs, this trick sounds a bit complicated, but it is only performed within Wu Liang's thought. That's all.

Efficient and convenient, with terrifying power, it is very suitable for lazy people like Wu Liang.

And how big the effect is, the scene in front of you is the best proof.

Ordinarily at this moment, the twelve games of the Challenger League should be considered over.

But no one heard the voice of the Death Terminator.

However, Wu Liang and some experienced and knowledgeable demons did not show surprise. Instead, they continued to look at the ground of the arena and the broken corpses there with scorching eyes.

Sure enough, the accident happened quickly.

"Om~"

"huhu"

"Hiss~ hiss"

Amidst the sound of gasping for air, the strange scene that Wu Liang expected appeared.

The corpses crumbled and began to aggregate.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, they re-fused together.

The scene changed from weird to dazzling in just a split second.

Diamond fragments are dancing and merging!
Zombie arms are looking for heads!
A magic finger of nothingness holds a sickle!

Nightmare Freddie is putting together his claws!
The gray devil lay down and groped for the missing third eyeball!

At this moment, in front of Wu Liang was such a supernatural scene that could scare ordinary people to death.

Even the demons, if they had never seen or expected such a scene before, they must be terrified and dumbfounded at this moment.

It's not their fault, after all, the power of Wu Liang's first skill lies there.

Who would have thought?

A corpse that has been cut into pieces can still be resurrected.

Moreover, it was not one or two gladiators who were resurrected, but an unreasonable collective resurrection.

And the most important thing is that when the nine seemingly intact gladiators reappeared in the sight of all the audience, the horrified eyes became more and more, because all the audience found out that the nine resurrected gladiators were exuding blood. The dangerous breath has not diminished in the slightest.

This means that there are two possibilities.

One is that death does not affect their combat power at all. If you kill them, they can always be resurrected.

The second is that they have an unimaginable number of resurrections, so the first resurrection will not deplete their combat power.

No matter which possibility it is, it is not a good thing for Wu Liang.

The shocked audience seemed to have expected it.

Wu Liang, a human being, was about to face a tough battle.

In the scene just now, even the corpses were cut into pieces. Even the Hulk family with extremely terrifying recovery power would not be able to recover, and they would definitely die.

But these nine undead gladiators didn't seem to have suffered any real damage.

How to fight such an opponent?
Many demons put themselves in their shoes and thought for a while. If it was themselves, they might have already chosen to surrender.

If you continue to fight, you will die of exhaustion sooner or later.

However, it is a pity that among the options Wu Liang faced, there was no surrender.

Once you choose to actively sign up for the death challenge, there is no third option other than death and customs clearance.

Either die or pass the level.

Of course Wu Liang would not die, so he chose to clear the level.

"Not dead?"

"Hmph, even the Chaos Demon God can't be immortal, but it's just a few monsters. Pretending to be immortal is not enough."

"It just so happens that the sect master has mastered more and more supernatural powers recently, and I am worried that there are no sandbags to try one by one. After all, nine sandbags that are resistant to beating are not easy to find. Since they are here, and they are free, there is no need to use them for nothing. No need."

While muttering, he didn't know what Wu Liang thought of, and his smile became brighter and brighter.

The nine undead gladiators who had just been revived raised their heads and saw Wu Liang, his eyes crooked as he smiled, and a faint light flickered in his eyes. There was a bad omen.

Although they didn't know what the omen was, it didn't prevent them from roaring in unison, and then once again showed amazing tacit understanding, and rushed towards Wu Liangwei.

Direct killing, without any intention of using conspiracy.

This is the characteristic of almost all undead. Due to their undead ability, their fighting style is almost straight forward. Anyway, if they are hacked to death, they will soon be resurrected with full blood on the spot.

That being the case, what's the point of plotting?
This scene was exactly what Wu Liang needed.

Nine sandbags that are extremely resistant to beatings and go straight, don't fit too well.

As the thought flickered, a golden light appeared in Wu Liang's eyes again, and he moved his feet and took a straight step.

"bang"

"Hand of the Ancient God!"

"Boom~Boom"

The horror scene happened quickly.

A big golden hand was born out of thin air, grasping all nine undead in the palm, and after a sudden grip, all kinds of minced meat mixed together and flowed out from the fingers of the big golden hand, the scene was bloody and disgusting .

But even so, they quickly revived.

Then, when they stood still and raised their heads, what they saw was a huge hand that was even bigger than before, descending from the sky.

"Five Fingers Mountain!"

"Boom~ chi chi chi chi"

Again, they turned into pureed meat.

Then he came back to life, and just now he clenched his weapon tightly. Before he could raise his head, a streak of five-colored divine light came from the void. Wherever they passed, no matter how strong their bodies were, or were they strange, or they were in another dimension, they were all dead. It is impossible to avoid the fate of becoming meat paste.

"buzz"

In the flash of brilliance, they were resurrected again.

This time, they didn't look at it any more, subconsciously wanting to scatter to avoid it.

Unfortunately, it was still too late.

(End of this chapter)