âAh!!â When the huge head of the female ghost was struck by the lightning, it let out a terrible scream.
After that, its
head was torn apart. However, it still didnât die from the impact. Soon after, a new skull reappeared but
its size was smaller than
the former by half. Everyone was still stunned. To be able to summon lightning from the sky with just
bare hands was this person still a human being?
This was a tactic that could only be used by divine beings!
Even Albertâs brother was astonished. His eyes widened in anger, as though they were going to pop
out. He could only stare helplessly as his
vengeful demonic head that he had cultivated with great effort get struck by Alexâs lightning bolt. The
strike
had reduced its cultivation level by half. He was heartbroken as at least three yearsâ worth of hard work
was
gone in vain.
He shouted furiously, âB*stard, how dare you hurt my baby?! Iâll let you taste my power today!â After
shouting, he took out a bottle from his pocket.
After opening the bottle, a disgusting scent permeated in the air. However, as soon as the female
demonic
head sniffed the scent, it felt reinvigorated and immediately pounced on the bottle to devour it
desperately. Then, it swallowed the contents of the bottle in one gulp.
Shortly after, it went back to its original size, looking even more solid than before. Alexâs eyes were cold
yet burning in anger. He said coldly, âYou really deserve to die! You actually used
hundreds of maidensâ souls to cultivate such a demonic head?! If God wonât punish evil people like you,
then I will!â
The people around him were astonished when they heard his words.
Using the souls of hundreds of maidens to cultivate the demonic head? Wouldnât that mean this person
had
killed at least a hundred maidens?
Maidens like Beatrice Assex and Quartz Massey felt tingling sensations on their scalps upon hearing
those
words.
How could there be such a vicious person in the world?
However, that man just let out a hearty laugh. His name was Darren Vaudou, a man who disregarded
human
lives and deemed them worthless. He said, âIn front of the master of cultivation, whatâs the great deal
with a
hundred maidens?
The world population is so large, all of them are just living insignificant lives without any
accomplishment like ants and pigs. They are better off used by me for the cultivation of my
incomparable and
magnificent demonic head! Hey brat, thatâs a lightning summoning spell of Sanctuary of Light, right?
Since
you just called forth a lightning bolt, shouldnât you be at your limit already? Now, you should start
worrying about getting devoured by my baby, the demonic head.â
Alex shook his head but he didnât utter another word.
Such an evil person deserved punishment and no one would feel sorry for his death. Talking to him
would
just be a waste of time. In the next moment, Darrenâs demonic head let out a roar again. It lunged
fiercely toward Alex. Alexâs eyes were full of murderous intent. People like Darren were already on his
must-kill list. Leaving those kinds of people alive would just bring
disaster to the world.
He made gestures with his hand again. Darren jumped in shock but he refused to believe Alex. âI donât
believe you could actually summon it for
the second time. Kill him!â Alex roared. âAlmighty Lightning Bolt, come forth!â
Boom! âAlmighty Skyfire Bolt, come forth!â
Boom!
âAlmighty Heavenâs Bolt, come forth!â
Boom!
All three lightning bolts fell from the sky and struck the female demonic head with explosions.
Every time the lightning exploded, not only did the demonic head let out a horrible scream, but the
nearby
onlookers also felt tingling sensations on their scalps, fearing that the terrifying lightning bolt would
strike
them!
Everyoneâs eyes were filled with terror. The female demonic head had been wiped out completely by
the lightning bolts, vanishing in a puff of smoke. The crowd looked at Alex who was pointing his finger
to the sky. They felt as if they were seeing an illusion
of the almighty Thor. Not to mention people like Beatrice who already respected Alex like their God,
even the Princess Suzaku
looked at him with explicit awe and admiration.
A woman like her who had survived countless moments of
life and death never respected God or prayed to deity statues, but she did adore strong people from the
bottom
of her heart. When the female demonic head died, Darren cried in pain, and unexpectedly spat a
mouthful of blood.
It was because the cultivation of a female demonic head was tantamount to the cultivation of a
parasite, it was
a matter of life and death as there was an extraordinary connection between the host and the parasite.
Once the
demonic head died, the master would also receive great damage. Hematemesis was still a mild
symptom, but
those with severe symptoms would have been paralyzed right away due to the collapse of their minds.
âRun away!â