Blood of Mercury

"Mortal! Your time has come!"

A deafening roar sounded beside Tradal.

The next moment, a huge hand that was hot and cracked, flashing dark red light like lava, directly grabbed Tradal's throat, lifted him from the ground, and pressed it against him leaning against. on the tree.

Tradal's flesh turned crimson, blistered, and burst at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood spurting out directly dyed the hand that was strangling his throat scarlet.

Severe pain rushed to Tradal's brain. The scorching heat rushed into his body frantically along his flesh, as if boiling water squeezed into his body from his neck.

The strong sense of suffocation immediately made Tradal open his mouth weakly like a fish without oxygen. The pain distorted his facial features, his face turned purple from congestion, and the muscles on his face twitched wildly. However, he did not let out the slightest wailing sound.

"You...monster!"

He just stared at the eyes that were filled with scarlet blood due to the ruptured blood vessel, grinned like a ghoul that climbed up from hell, and stared at the Druid in front of him. cursed.

No, the man couldn't be called a druid anymore - the figure couldn't even be called a man.

Almost all of his robes have been burned, and the remaining part is burning with dirty dark red flames, and his eyes have been burned into two dark holes, and a dim yellow fire can be faintly seen inside.

And his skin turned directly to the color of rock, shimmering waxy under the dirty flames that gave a dirty feel. In the part close to the wrist, the Druid's skin was directly cracked in a cobweb-like manner, flashing with dark red light, and the closer to the wrist, the more intensive the cracks were. His hands have even completely turned into a dark red lava-like luster, burning with crackling, surging with restless flames.

It looked like a stone puppet burning with flames. From this point of view, Tradal's sarcasm is completely correct.

It was undoubtedly a monster.

"You are seeking your own death! Mortal!"

Tradal's taunts clearly touched the sore spot of the monster. I saw the monster roaring furiously, and the burning "right hand" clenched a little harder. Even it has been so hard that the whole body is shaking.

pity. His strength is clearly lacking. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break Tradal's neck. Tradal grinned, his left hand grabbed the four fingers of the stone monster's right hand and bent it hard. Under the pain, the monster released his right hand.

But just when Tradal was about to bend his hands and smash the joints, a dark red flame nova suddenly erupted from the monster. Pushing Tradal, who had not yet stood firm, staggered, and the poisonous fire directly stuck to him.

The enraged stone monster raised its magma-like right hand that exuded a hot breath, clenched it into a fist and smashed it heavily on the back of Tradal's head, who had not yet stood firm. Tradal was shocked. He was directly knocked to the ground, and blood splattered around his head.

However, the monster did not let him go easily.

"Go to hell! Go to die! Go to die!"

The monster raised its feet. Cruelly, he repeatedly stepped on Tradal's head until he heard a crisp bone crack and saw Tradal twitch. until the sound is completely lost.

He sighed contentedly, and glanced at Tradal's body one last time. A disdainful voice hummed from his nostrils.

"Monster? Heh...we are the messengers of the gods! Ash Spirit! You ignorant bastard!"

However, just when he took two steps out, he suddenly felt that something was entangled in his right ankle, making him unable to walk at all.

Immediately. An uneasy feeling rose in his heart.

Before he could turn around, a severe pain came from his right calf without warning.

Ash Spirit's right leg was directly broken, and the remaining strength made him wailing and kneeling on the ground. The pain paralyzed his brain, and he could not use his hands.

"You...you—!"

He screamed and turned around. But he saw a terrifying face like a demon.

Tradal's forehead and left half of his face were deeply sunk in, his left eye was stepped on, the white of his right eye was completely covered with scarlet blood, his face was covered in blood, and his teeth were also stained with blood.

There were some black marks on his throat, dripping with blood. He held Ember Spirit's right leg and ankle tightly with his left hand that was burned to the point of being red and hot, and crushed it with only brute force.

"Who are you calling a chopper? Huh?!"

Tradal murmured in a hoarse, muffled voice full of frightening power. The silver-white flames in the left eye that had been stepped on were surging, and his blood and vitality were turning into fuel and burning.

Just as Ember Spirit opened his mouth to say something, Tradal kicked him in the stomach. He rolled his eyes and almost fainted without taking a breath.

After all, he was a frail druid a few minutes ago. Even though he was transformed into the Ash Spirit that belonged to him by the Ash Disciple, he was still much weaker than the Ash Spirit transformed by the warriors.

He just wanted to breathe out flames to resist, but Tradal, who was stepping on his stomach, suddenly knelt on his chest with one knee. Immediately, the chest on the top of his knee was suffocated, and he couldn't breathe at all.

"Mortal... well, mortal..."

Before he could come back to his senses, Tradal just half-straddled him, and slammed the side face of Ash Spirit with a heavy punch with his right hand that was not scalded.

Immediately, Ash Spirit was beaten. Before he could resist, another heavy punch slammed into his temple. Immediately, Ash Spirit's whole body froze, and he lost consciousness softly.

"Aha! Mortals! Who are mortals? Ah?! You say!"

Then Tradal stood up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ bowed his head and grabbed him by the neck, picked him up abruptly, and pressed him to the tree like a reenactment of the scene a minute ago.

His right hand was tightly clenched, and Ember Spirit's neck made a tragic creaking sound, and the rock-like skin cracked.

"Okay. Well done. You hit me so bad, I was crawling on the ground, and I almost died."

Tradal murmured in a low voice, his hands getting harder and harder, but a look of incomparably excited excitement appeared on his face.

Almost, almost died. Another brush with death - the feeling of kissing death, it couldn't be better.

But at this moment, Tradal suddenly felt a palpable unease.

He turned the Ashes, who raised a low scream in his hand, to prepare to confront the enemy. But at this moment, right behind him, the tree suddenly burst into flames and burst open! (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: