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Ron cursed inwardly as he watched Speck fall down the mountain, his body still twitching, and then an idea struck him.

Rönn tried to communicate with his soul force, but when he found out that Speck could still move, he was overjoyed.

Wharton laughed savagely as he walked closer. Raising the longsword in his hand, he said, "It doesn't matter if you regret it or not. Damn heretic, your duty is not to stay and harm humanity. Your duty is to accompany the devils in the Infernal Realm …"

"Go to hell!" Wharton's eyes lit up, and his fist flashed with fiery light.

With a boom, just as Wharton was about to attack Ron, a gray figure suddenly pounced towards him, raising the longsword in his hands high and smashing viciously towards Wharton.

A sneak attack. This was a naked sneak attack.

At this moment, Speck was covered in wounds, marks where his body had been burned by fire qi, and especially that sword in his chest. At this moment, Speck was covered in wounds, and there were traces where his body had been burned by fire qi, especially that sword in his chest that was bone-deep.

"Damn it, these damn things are really lingering!"

Seeing that Speck had appeared once more, Wharton's face was filled with rage. The flames in his hands suddenly exploded forth, and the dark golden longsword that had been stabbed into the ground suddenly rose up and flew into his hands.

At this moment, Wharton's eyes had turned golden. The longsword in his hand shone with a brilliant light, causing the area around him to be covered with a fiery red light.

"Flame Dragon Break …"

Wharton waved his longsword horizontally, unleashing a powerful flame battle skill. Powerful fire elemental energy wildly surged forth from his body. Due to the abundance of energy, his muscles began to bulge out bit by bit.

A fire dragon appeared out of thin air, as if it had a life of its own.

Powerful flame power shot out in all directions, causing the surrounding air to become scorching, and the aura of the world to tremble. The fire elemental energy filled the entire space, and Wharton raised his longsword high into the air, chopping down towards Speck.

The Flame Dragon roared, and with a tremendous amount of flame power, it rammed into Speck. In the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds on the ground churned, and the sound of an explosion could be heard.

As the flames dissipated, it revealed Speck's charred body that was constantly emitting flames. At this moment, all of his meridians had been destroyed and he was unable to stand up again.

"Speck..."

Ron was so scared that his eyes were about to pop out of his head. He tried to control it, only to find that Speck was completely unresponsive.

"It's over!" Ron closed his eyes in pain.

After finally getting rid of the troublesome Speck, Wharton let out a sigh of relief. He turned to look at Ron, a cold smile on his face. "Ron, there's no one here to save you anymore. Be at ease. I'll pray for you …"

Wharton laughed coldly, moving closer and closer, the longsword in his hand shining with cold light.

At this moment, Ron's body was severely injured, and he didn't have any strength to fight back, so he could only retreat step by step.

A slight pain came from his back. He had already retreated to the corner of the wall. At this moment, Ron's mind stirred, and a burly figure suddenly flashed into his mind.

"There's no other way. I can only use my last trump card!"

Rönn clenched his teeth and didn't hesitate for long. He reached out with a trembling hand to the space pouch on his waist …

Was he finally going to use "it"?

He knew what Ron was going to do, of course, but he was worried that if he used "it," it would backfire on him.

"What do you want?" Wharton, sensing Ron's movement, immediately stopped and asked.

"Lord Wharton, since you forced me to this state, there's nothing I can do. Let's go to hell together …"

As he spoke, a black light flashed from Ron's body, and then, with a flash of light, a massive, black-clad figure appeared in front of Wharton.

"What is this?" Wharton frowned, a hint of surprise in his eyes, while at the same time, a hint of vigilance.

A tall and burly figure was seen standing on the ground like a pillar. His muscles bulged bit by bit, and it was filled with a dark luster. His body was covered in dense patterns that were similar to spider webs.

What he had taken out of the interspatial bag was definitely a corpse. Wharton was somewhat surprised to find that this corpse had no head.

A headless god corpse!

Ron took out his final trump card, which was the headless god corpse that had caused a ruckus at Baroque Academy. It had even injured a few Saint realm experts. This was the strongest 'person' that Ron had ever seen so far.

Remembering the terrifying attack power of the headless god corpse, Ron felt his heart palpitate. This was a battle puppet that he couldn't control. As for why, not to mention Ron, even Hou Meilin wasn't too clear about it.

But right now, there was no other choice. Dying at the hands of the headless god corpses he had created was still better than dying at the hands of Wharton. Ron had already made his preparations to die alongside Wharton.

"This is my last trump card. Wharton, even if you die, you will die willingly!" said Ron bitterly.

"Hehe, it's these things again?"

Wharton, seeing this, laughed. "Interesting. A headless corpse can actually move about? Necromantic magic truly does have some miraculous aspects …"

Wharton paused, then said, "However, do you think it can deal with me? "Hehe, that's just a delusion. Let me tell you, I can defeat it in an instant..."

"Then try it!" Ron's eyes were brimming with confidence.

"Good, I'll let you see. The true strength of a Saint realm expert is not something that a nobody like you can stop …"

Wharton raised the longsword in his hand, and large amounts of flames erupted from his body. The flames illuminated everything around him. With a cold smile, he sent the longsword, filled with intense flames and battle-qi, towards the headless god corpse.

The headless god corpse did not just sit there and wait for its death. At this moment, it raised its hand. Black energy wrapped around the hand that was tightly clenched into a fist.

"Boom —"

Fist and sword clashed. The headless god corpse didn't have a weapon, and so all it could rely on was its own two fists. At this moment, its fists collided against Wharton's two-handed longswords, causing sparks to burst forth.

"Hmm?"

Wharton frowned. Seeing that the opponent had used his flesh and blood to block the sharp longsword, he couldn't help but feel surprised.

"You really do have some skill. Come again!"

In the blink of an eye, the amount of fiery battle-qi in his body rose to the highest level, and the longsword in his hand twisted backwards, chopping directly at the armpit of the headless corpse.

Wharton waved his longsword repeatedly, mercilessly attacking the headless god corpse's vitals. The headless god corpse didn't show any signs of weakness, using its flesh and blood to block Wharton's attack.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

An enormous rumbling sound could be heard on the battlefield. The battle between Wharton and the headless god corpse began. The two forces, when combined, caused the earth to tremble slightly.

At this moment, the flames on the battlefield were as bright as the sun, and the scorching heat melted the ground. Although Wharton appeared relaxed on the surface, in reality, he didn't show any mercy at all.

"Come on!" Come on... Defeat him... "

Rönn clenched his fists and cheered for the headless god corpse.

For some reason, the vicious aura emanating from the headless god corpse had disappeared, as though someone had bound it. With every step Wharton took, the headless god corpse would take a step back. Right now, its aura was completely suppressed by Wharton.

Wharton had been a bit worried at first. After all, undead magic was something that was incomprehensible to him, and he was afraid that Ron would come up with something inconceivable, which was exactly why he was afraid.

"Ron, is this your last card? You want to rely on it to keep your life? "Hahaha, this is too ridiculous …"

"... Let me break your last hope! "

Right at this moment, his body suddenly blazed with flames, and a golden sword aura shot out from his body, smashing viciously against the headless corpse.

"Boom —"

From where the two were battling, flames spread out like the waves of the sea, and a powerful, fiery energy soared into the skies. At this moment, Wharton had used his most prideful technique, "Fiery Blaze Shattering the City."

Amidst the sun-hot ball of light, a body flew out from inside. Its speed was as fast as a cannonball, and the headless god corpse's body hit the ground, skidding for dozens of meters, before heavily falling to the ground. Its body lightly twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

The headless god corpse's body was covered in scorched wounds, as well as wounds that were large and small, no longer bleeding. Needless to say, this was Wharton's masterpiece.

Ron was surprised to find that the headless body had been defeated after only a few dozen hits.

"How could that be?"

Ron had never imagined that the headless god corpse, which had wantonly destroyed three Saint-level experts in the sky above the Baroworth Academy, would actually be defeated, and that it would be completely helpless against Wharton's attacks. In addition, Ron had discovered that the strength of the headless god corpse had decreased quite a bit.

Wharton slowly retracted his sword and looked at the headless god corpse on the ground. He let out a cold laugh. "It's actually a headless corpse, and its fighting strength is even worse than Speck's. Haha, Ron, is this your so-called trump card?"

What was going on?

At this moment, Ron was completely shocked. The headless god corpse that he had placed his hopes on was actually in such a sorry state. Was this still the powerful headless god corpse that had once hung over Baroque Academy? Where was the headless god corpse that looked down on the world and was unrivalled?

"Could it be that the power of the headless god corpse has dissipated because it has been stored up for too long?"

Ron had to think about it, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I don't know!" "This headless god corpse's origin is a mystery, I don't know why it became like this. Logically speaking, the strength of the corpse that has been refined into a zombie should never decline over time!" Komelin said with a solemn expression. See the launch. No ads, please.

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