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Chapter 80: Blood Drain, Slaughter from a Demon
🕑 Added 2025-08-08 17:51:13 +0000 UTC"So refreshing—an unprecedented feeling of satisfaction."
As the blood mist above the Blood Thunder War Spear continuously switched between illusion and reality, Ignaz felt quite satisfied.
The few fallen ones who hadn't died yet saw the scene before them and felt their limbs go weak, unconsciously looking at Ignaz's terrifying expression of extreme enjoyment:
"He's not human—he's a ghost, a terrifying demon!"
"A blood-sucking, murderous devil!!!"
"Ahhh—!"
They fled like a frightened flock of sheep, desperately running away. Ignaz looked at the dozen or so fallen ones escaping whom he hadn't finished off:
"Want to leave? How could I possibly let you get away so easily!"
Ignaz showed a smug smile that suddenly turned sinister, his reddened eyes firmly fixed on their retreating figures. Two level-three soul tool rays quickly activated, aiming in the direction the fallen spirit masters were fleeing:
"Pshh—"
"Wait till next time I—"
The dozen fallen ones who thought they'd luckily escaped all widened their pupils at almost the same moment. Before dying, they looked down at themselves—blood holes of various sizes had appeared in their chests.
"Thud—"
The dozen fallen ones collapsed one after another, dying unwillingly on the spot. Ignaz strolled toward them, devouring blood essence wherever he passed, leaving no bones behind.
Onlookers in the area kept their heads low, hiding in buildings and dark alleyways, not daring to provoke the killing god walking the streets, who could easily slaughter fifty people.
Ignaz walked to a house that looked relatively clean, his sharp gaze piercing through the door crack into the interior:
"Bang—!"
The sounds of weapons and heavy falling came from inside, followed by a hunched man with a pale face and blood traces at the corner of his mouth coming out, saying obsequiously:
"This house is yours now. There are two women inside—this is a gift I've prepared for you."
"Please enter."
But in the next second, the Blood Thunder War Spear pierced directly through his heart:
"This house was mine to begin with. What right did you have to occupy it? Now you can die."
Ignaz's cold words ended as the man's corpse dissipated. He looked back with an evil smile that made the fallen spirit masters secretly observing nearby tremble in fear once again.
To them, it was quite clear—this was the expression of someone preparing to kill again. Once he recovered, there would definitely be another massacre.
As the room closed, two sharp female screams came from inside. After just one second, the screaming stopped. Ignaz sat cross-legged on a relatively clean sofa, recovering his spirit power.
…………
Not far away, in a dim tavern:
"Demon Lord, that new kid almost instantly killed over fifty of our brothers who participated in the siege, and his martial spirit was like a bottomless bloody pit, madly devouring the flesh and blood of our dead brothers."
Hearing this, the burly man with a tiger's back and bear's waist, standing two meters tall, directly crushed the Bloody Mary in his hand and slammed the table as he stood up. A fluctuation belonging to a Spirit Douluo level spread out.
All the fallen spirit masters present half-kneeling on the ground, the massive spirit pressure making their bones crack audibly:
"Looks like Slaughter City's getting another new killing god to compete with me for the title of Slaughter God, the number one person under the Slaughter King. If that's the case, then we absolutely cannot let this person live."
"I want to make his skull into a cup for holding Bloody Mary."
"Understood! Kill 16528! Kill 162—!"
All the fallen ones raised their cups and drank Bloody Mary together, shouting in unison, then immediately grabbed their weapons and charged toward Ignaz's location.
The ground rumbled dully. "Bang!" came the sound of a door breaking, and the few windows were also smashed. Countless fallen spirit masters rushed in through the windows and main door, each wielding weapons and viciously swinging at Ignaz.
Ignaz merely smiled slightly at this:
"Here you come? Since you're here again, don't expect any of you to leave."
Ignaz's eyes suddenly opened wide:
"Sea Wave Deceit: Sky Roar Ocean-Covering Kill!"
A range-control type technique.
The sixty-meter diameter vacuum area it created was enough to completely restrict all the densely packed fallen one vanguards surrounding the house.
Ignaz gripped his war spear and moved at high speed within this space, like a large harvesting machine—thrusting, vertical slashing, horizontal slashing, upper hooks, elbow strikes, and countless other techniques:
"Boom—!"
As Ignaz's attack techniques became extremely fierce, the entire house suddenly exploded. All two to three hundred fallen spirit masters within the vacuum range died.
The 100-meter range was filled with extremely thick blood essence that appeared even more bloody and gorgeous under the red moon's illumination.
"Hahaha, good boy, die!"
The Spirit Douluo, who had won over sixty matches in Hell's Slaughter Arena and called himself Demon Lord, infused his spirit power into his longbow martial spirit. The longbow martial spirit rapidly grew larger, and three arrows condensed from spirit power shot toward Ignaz in the red mist:
"Bang bang bang—!"
The three arrows were quickly deflected, and a war spear shot toward the Demon Lord at extreme speed. Demon Lord used his bow to hook the war spear and threw it away using skillful force.
The Blood Thunder War Spear spun rapidly in the air as Ignaz quickly leaped out, his two soul tool rays quickly activating and rapidly firing toward the Demon Lord's direction:
"Boom—!"
"Ahhh—!"
The intense soul tool rays shot into the crowd. The fallen ones who couldn't react in time and only knew to wave their weapons to block were blown to death, while the Demon Lord's martial spirit was blasted to pieces. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have died under the rays long ago.
But before he could react, Ignaz gripped the Blood Thunder War Spear and fiercely stabbed down from the air. The war spear pierced directly through the Demon Lord's chest, even creating a crater in the ground:
"I... I'm a Spirit Douluo!"
"Without being able to use soul techniques, what kind of Spirit Douluo are you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon Lord's corpse vanished without a trace.
Seeing the Demon Lord killed, the fallen spirit masters who had lost their backbone were terrified, but they absolutely couldn't retreat at this point. Gripping their weapons, they swarmed toward Ignaz.
Even if he had some self-created soul techniques, after killing so many people continuously, his spirit power and stamina must be nearly exhausted.
Ignaz stepped back, planted his feet firmly, gripped the Blood Thunder War Spear, and as his body spun rapidly, heads fell wherever the war spear passed, blood spraying out.
"Blood Sea Fishy: Mad Wave Triangle Defense!"
Ignaz's hands rotated alternately, the Blood Thunder War Spear spinning close to his body like a blood-red two-meter-long round shield with virtually no openings. The charging fallen ones were all sent flying the moment after they attacked.
Ignaz continuously wielded the Blood Thunder War Spear, and wherever it passed, fallen ones were sent flying.
Seeing he had already broken out of the fallen ones' encirclement, Ignaz turned to look behind him, gripping his war spear diagonally:
"Sea Wave Deceit: Sky Roar Ocean-Covering Kill."
Ignaz immediately rushed into the crowd with sluggish movements, beginning an endless slaughter. When his third self-created soul technique ended, he once again used his first self-created soul technique along with Wave-Treading Mountain-Sea Steps.
In less than ten minutes, over 900 fallen spirit masters had all been killed. The blood essence of thousands of dead transformed into several small blood dragons that were devoured by the Blood Thunder War Spear.
