Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When the Dark God Race monster saw him, greed filled its eyes. The sky ripples, like raindrops, vanished, and all the array formations instantly disappeared.
At this moment, the gem floating above its head lit up.
Boom!
A black thread appeared in front of it.
Before the mysterious power could approach, the world seemed to be torn apart. A terrifying pressure swept over from all directions, and a large number of humanoid life forms nearby turned into ashes and dissipated.
Feng Qi’s heart bled when he saw this.
These humanoid monsters should have become nutrients for his growth. As long as he killed them, he would be able to raise his human bloodline from Intermediate to Advanced.
Or even higher.
[You’ve basically been sentenced to death. You’re no match for this guy… Just treat it as a practice. Sooner or later, you’ll have to enter a battle of this level.] Hearing the narration, Feng Qi calmed down.
He would just treat it as practice. There was no harm in dying at the hands of that monster.
Since ancient times, everyone died.
[But there’s no one like you who keeps going back and forth endlessly.]
At this moment, the black thread in front of the Dark God Race monster attacked him at an extremely fast speed. It was as if a page had been torn out of a picture. Wherever the black thread passed, space curled up as if it had been completely erased, revealing a pitch-black countercurrent space.
Sensing the terrifying power that was difficult to match, Feng Qi assumed the starting stance of the Ferocious Tiger Fist.
[Third move of Struggling on The Edge of Death, Farewell Tiger… Hey, w-wait! Blackie is here!]
Hearing this, Feng Qi immediately turned to look east.
In the distance, a ball of black fog approached quickly.
Blackie bore no aura, yet the grinning Dark God Race monster turned its attention toward Blackie.
Unlike the brainless domain creatures, these beings only chose to meet their end when they came across Blackie.
After a brief glance, a subtle fear appeared in its eyes.
When Blackie got closer, the calm and composed Dark God Race monster suddenly turned to look at it. A surging killing intent almost materialized and surged over.
The speed at which the black thread moved suddenly increased.
Just as the black thread was about to touch his body, Feng Qi leaped to the side.
The black thread sliced through him, and his right arm vanished as if it had never existed, like a notebook erased by an eraser.
Feng Qi staggered and steadied himself. He had lingering fears.
He had no doubt that if he hadn’t dodged, he would have been erased by the black cutting line.
At this moment, the black cutting line continued to slash towards Blackie.
The five gems on the Dark God Race monster lit up at the same time and instantly arrived in front of Feng Qi. A terrifying pressure instantly pressed down on him.
A black dot appeared in the huge mouth of the Dark God Race monster.
The black dot spun rapidly, creating a black vortex. A terrifying suction force emanated from within.
At this moment, Feng Qi felt the threat of death.
Before he died, he turned to look at Blackie.
In the distance, the black thread collided with Blackie.
The black thread, which could temporarily erase space, stopped in front of Blackie. Right on the heels of that, the black fog spread forward and enveloped it.
The invincible black thread quickly melted in front of Blackie.
[If the black thread is an eraser, then Blackie is a black hole. There’s no comparison!]
As the narrator finished speaking, the black thread dissipated.
At this moment, Blackie condensed its body and flew towards Feng Qi at a moderate speed.
Half of Feng Qi’s body had been sucked into the huge mouth of the Dark God Race monster.
Blackie approached and the black fog began to devour Feng Qi’s legs.
The Dark God Race monster could not hide the fear in its eyes when it saw this scene. It spat out the upper half of Feng Qi’s body and took a few steps back.
Its arms tore off, outlining a burning door of flames.
Stunned, Feng Qi jumped in without looking back.
II II
Narrator:…
[Coward!]
At this moment, Feng Qi raised his middle finger at the back of the Dark God Race monster.
Feng Qi turned to look at Blackie, who was slowly devouring his body. He lay on the ground and supported his chin with one hand as he shouted.
“Hurry up, Brother Blackie.. Unless you want a taste of my Ferocious Tiger Fist!”
