Chapter 818: Leaving the Swamp Region
The Blood Ghost King let out a thunderous roar, its voice reverberating through the murky swamp like a war drum announcing death. Its rage intensified, and in a blur of crimson motion, it lunged at Max with feral brutality.
Max narrowed his eyes. There was no point holding back now. With a sharp breath, he launched into the Heaven-Piercing Thunderclap Sword, a technique composed of nine devastating moves.
As each form flowed into the next, the air exploded with howling wind and bursting pressure. Blood and sword light collided in all directions, tearing through the darkness.
The very void around them trembled. Columns of black swamp water shot into the sky like geysers as the ground shook under the weight of their clash. Poisonous leeches, grotesque centipedes, and lurking toads hidden in the swamp exploded into gore from the shockwaves, their twisted bodies unable to withstand the might of two terrifying forces locked in combat.
Max felt the weight of this enemy. Stronger than Julio. He could feel it in every exchange. The Blood Ghost King was brutal, but also strangely intelligent, adapting and pressing forward with relentless pressure.
As it roared again, the blood mist around it surged wildly, condensing into dozens of ghastly, twisted faces—deformed and eyeless, their mouths wide with serrated fangs. These bloody visages screamed silently as they charged at Max from every direction like a wave of cursed souls.
The air around them rippled as their cries buzzed straight into Max’s ears, making his hair stand on end and cold sweat drip down his spine. The pressure was real. It was suffocating.
Clang!
Their weapons met again. Max’s sword and the monster’s claws collided with a force so great, it sent violent shockwaves cascading outward, ripping through the swamp and forming craters in the water-logged land. The stench of rot and blood mixed in the air.
Max’s brows furrowed. ’This battle is dragging on.’