High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 661: Chapter 442: Deathmatch, Unbelievable Remains, Shock of the Demon God! (Part 3)

Can regain freedom!

Seeing the scene of mutual slaughter, the spectators showed no surprise; instead, they became more frenzied and cheered.

"Hahaha, that bald guy is pretty good, spectacular!"

A frail figure holding a broken sword watched this scene, eyes flickering with anger. Just then, a man and a woman came to their senses and attempted to flee to the edge of the field. Midway, the two tripped over their shackles.

The figure with the broken sword instinctively reached out to help the two.

Just...

The next second.

This pair not only failed to express gratitude but distorted their expressions incomparably. The woman swung her long saber at him, "You go to hell, I want to live..."

The man, seeing this, also swung his saber.

However, the woman’s sudden strike was in vain.

"Dodged it, that’s impossible, you..."

The pupils of the saber-wielding pair contracted sharply, expressions full of disbelief. The woman’s sharp voice became indistinct, and then she could no longer utter a sound.

At some unknown moment, a bloodline suddenly extended on her neck, then expanded.

A head fell to the ground.

"No, don’t kill me."

The man’s saber hovered in the air as he pleaded for mercy, but those who kill are killed in turn.

Another sword strike fell, blood splattering three steps, and a second head flew off.

"Such a swift sword, this kid hid really well, he must also be a Second Level Warrior!" The bald man’s eyes flickered with deep dread at the scene.

The frail figure with the sword gasped for breath, lowering his head drenched in blood, his body shaking uncontrollably.

But it wasn’t fear, it was excitement.

"Such a familiar... feeling..."

"I’ve been through this... as if countless times..."

...

Thud!

A thunderous sound, akin to a heartbeat, came from afar, and a marching army clad in battle armor paused at the heartbeat’s reverberation.

The faces of these elite Saint Race warriors, with their crimson bodies, changed dramatically, their Qi and Blood violently reversing beyond control.

Just one heartbeat sound suppressed their entire army?

What kind of terrifying existence was that?

Could it be another Demon God making a move?!

As this elite army panicked, high above, the light twisted, and amidst the sudden change in wind and clouds, a majestic crimson figure emerged, "I will handle this, you all continue the march."

"Yes, Lord Demon God!"

The kneeling Saint Race members showed respect and fervor, then continued their march.

The majestic crimson silhouette’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise and disbelief; even he faintly felt the signs of losing control within his own Qi and Blood at the heartbeat sound just now.

"Could that person have broken through to the Demon God Emperor level?"

"No, if he had reached that level... everything would have ended long ago, and this aura is not even his... such a strange foreign aura."

The crimson figure’s body flickered, and after traversing hundreds of miles, he found the sound’s source within a remote mountain range.

In the center of an abrupt, large crater.

Lies a perfect Flesh, every inch of its flesh and blood like it was carved by a chisel, but this perfect body was not truly perfect at the moment.

It still harbored some blood caves with writhing flesh, with a flow of Golden Power the crimson figure had never sensed before spontaneously circulating on the Flesh.

"Human Martial Saint?"

The crimson figure’s expression changed, a vast crimson light column appeared behind him, but he quickly realized something was amiss, his eyes showing shock and disbelief.

"No, this is just a Flesh, a deceased human Martial Saint’s Flesh..."

"A hollow Flesh, this Flesh’s Sea of Consciousness is empty..."

"When did humanity birth such a strong being? The Divine Soul has perished, yet the Flesh remains alive..."

"Not only does its internal Qi and Blood circulate incessantly, with the Five Viscera and Six Viscera functioning normally, but it is also self-repairing. How terrifying!"

The crimson figure’s heart was shaken, his eyes fixated on the self-repairing body with burning intensity, soon showing ecstatic joy on his face.

"If this body can be fully repaired and enhanced, then refined with special Secret Techniques, its might would certainly surpass the present..."

"Though it might not compare to a living Demon God, it could at least possess considerable strength..."

"It will be a mighty weapon!"