Otherworldly Desert Dust

Chapter 219 - 175: Carry Away the Poison Sub-human Genius

But before the Poison Sub-human could make a move, Wu Hen had already charged in.

Wu Hen’s feet stomped violently, and his body spun at high speed, sweeping out with his spear like a black python. The chilling sound of the spear tip tearing through the air was like an arrow breaking the sky, aiming straight for the Viper’s chest.

The Viper’s expression darkened, Poison Bone Scythe Blade spinning rapidly as he became like a whirlwind. The poison blade and spear blade continuously collided, and with each collision, the Poison Fire he had coated on the scythe blade splashed around, even corroding nearby buildings with a creaking sound as the poison spread even more rapidly.

Wu Hen’s Spear Python was incredibly domineering, and even though the Viper used the Vortex Blade to defend, the spear tip still gradually pointed towards the Viper’s chest.

Just as the spear tip was about to pierce the Poison Sub-human’s chest, the Poison Sub-human suddenly curled up, clinging to the poison fog above like a spider web.

The scythe blades waved alternately, akin to prey falling into a spider web. The air around Wu Hen grew stagnant, heavy Poison Blades descended from above, and Poison Liquid fell like raindrops, as if doomsday had arrived.

Wu Hen merely gave a contemptuous smile.

This Poison Sub-human Viper was already panicking.

He forgot that he had a strong Listening Sense, and in his pursuit of formidable power, the sounds bursting from his own bones sounded like firecrackers exploding above his head!

Sound Sense locked!@@@@

Wrapped in the Holy Breath, Wu Hen fiercely stomped. The old stone street cracked, a shockwave surged skywards, and he instantly turned into a streak of light and shadow, disappearing; not only did he perfectly dodge the doomsday raid of Poison Fire, but he also appeared above the Viper’s head in the next moment.

"Die!"

Wu Hen bellowed, his Ominous Green Spear plummeting down, the spear enveloped in a dense evil aura, roaring like a black raging river guided by the spear!

The Poison Sub-human Viper had no time to react, his whole body was sent flying by the tremendous force, smashing into the central tower of Old Town.

The broken walls of the tower burst apart, bricks crumbled, and dust billowed.

Unfortunately, this force did not end there, as the torrential river was not merely a single stretch; the lengthy river of malevolent aura relentlessly poured, battering the Poison Sub-human Viper’s body lying on the ground, like a prisoner being tortured by the river god!

The Poison Sub-human Viper’s skin, once radiant with color, was battered and broken, his bones inside shattered, and even his organs were obliterated by this raging river torture!

The Viper experienced extreme agony, fear and shame apparent in his Golden Eyes. He couldn’t believe that he, a Poison Sub-human and a supreme talent of his kind, had been defeated by this mere human. Even the notables of Infinite Red Port had regarded him highly...

"The most dazzling talent in your entire clan?"

"Hiding in tree holes, Ant People, our Poison Sub-human spirit will persist in this world forever!" the Poison Subhuman Viper roared in anger upon realizing both of his subordinates had failed in their stealth attacks.

"It’s truly pitiful. From every word you speak, I hear a dignity that was once crushed by the strong, and you delusionally seek to reclaim this lost dignity from us," Wu Hen was not angered by this at all.

The smaller and more wretched they were, and the more they lived in the dark, the more they tended to inflict the cruelty they experienced onto even weaker beings. To Wu Hen, these Poison Sub-humans were no different from the scum who abused animals, bullied women, and children.

Just right, Wu Hen liked to fight fire with fire. A mere Poison Sub-human tribe dared to bully himself and his home. If not for long-term considerations, Wu Hen thought eradicating their entire tribe would be as easy as flipping his hand!

"Ha ha ha, so what, you unhealthy humans thrive catastrophically by consuming the blood of the Nuwa God End, burdening the Nuwa God End. I don’t understand why the Nuwa God End would want to protect such despicable, weak, truth-denying garbage humans like you!" the Viper still wouldn’t give up.

This wasn’t his real strength.

It was the effect of the Nuwa God End; outside, he could be more than ten times stronger than now. Even if the opponent held an Evil God Weapon, he could still trample him to death.

He wouldn’t accept this!

He despised and envied. Why could these lowly and inferior Humans enjoy such peaceful places for their habitation and proliferation over the long years?

While they, the Poison Sub-humans, languished in the ditches of the Desert Dust, unnoticed by any deity, barely surviving until they had someone like him, a genius capable of establishing a foothold for the Poison Sub-humans in Red Port...

The survival of a race was enormously challenging!

Just when a glimmer of hope had appeared, it was dashed in these ditches!

"How far can you lead these pitiful humans?"

"In this vast Desert Dust, aren’t you just a pebble too!"

"The fate of us Poison Sub-humans is the fate of you humans; you cannot possibly leave Red Port alive. This Red Port is your Hell!" the Poison Sub-human vented his rage and endless resentments.

Wu Hen genuinely listened to his last words, then thrust his spear through his forehead, sending off this inadequate genius of a Poison Sub-human.

"No worries, this weapon also serves as a repository for a myriad of strong souls. As more distinguished peers come to join you, you can slowly reconsider where you fell short..." Wu Hen said.

Having said this, the immensely powerful Bronze Spear was suddenly obscured by a supremely dominant Black Void Shadow, followed by a gaping black maw opening and accurately snatching away this wisps of the Poison Sub-human genius’s soul breath...

Fourth-class Heavenly Brilliance, crunchily delicious, premium-grade rice!

The Ominous Bronze Spear stood upright, like a bronze lion guarding the door, even though it had bitten something reckless to death, it dared not tremble in a display of force, lest it disturb its esteemed master during mealtime.