<strong>Capítulo 2175: Chapter 2175: Rat</strong>


    “Sutton, you’re truly insidious!”


    Trent Marsh took a deep breath, his hands brimming with power, and quickly formed a shield of Spiritual Power around himself!


    Boom!


    The surrounding energy crashed down like a mountain and tidal wave from all directions!


    The shield around him shattered instantly!


    Trent Marsh trembled, fiercely kicked, and sent the blood sword flying!


    Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.


    Hisplexion grew even paler.


    “You actually set up this grand array in advance?” Trent Marsh coldly eyed Sutton, who was several meters away.


    The sword strike Sutton made moments ago had pierced the array’s core, activating the entire formation.


    This was the Spirit Gathering Array!


    It was remarkably swift.


    At the instant the array detonated, nearby Spiritual Power would be instantly drawn in.


    If it were a normal formation, the speed would be much slower, allowing those inside to endure and absorb its power.


    But now.


    It’s different.


    This instant detonation formation’s power is akin to a bomb, with the capability to shatter the bones of the slightly weaker directly.


    The slightly stronger ones would be left half-alive, with the st wounds causing organ damage leading to death within three days.


    Originally, Trent Marsh had more than enough to defend against such a formation.


    But coincidentally, he was injured.


    And caught off guard.


    “Aren’t you curious, Mr. Marsh, why this ce is so rich in Spiritual Power?” Sutton grinned hideously: “This ce was prepared just for you. To have you heal here, then eliminate you!”


    He had undergone aplete change in temperament!


    No longer the Sutton of the past.


    Perhaps even he himself didn’t understand why he had be like this.


    “You anticipated that I would be injured?” Trent Marsh stood still, his white clothes stained deeply red with blood.


    He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d been hurt like this.


    “Of course, Pranay Martinez’s schemes rarely fail. It was just that someone intervened, allowing Eliezer Pine and the others to leave.” Sutton wasn’t sure who that person was, only that they were a top expert.


    “Haha.” Trent Marsh pointed at Sutton: “For the first time, I think schemes have their merits. I once thought, in the face of overwhelming power, all schemes were mere illusions. But now, you’ve changed my view.”


    “Pranay Martinez, truly a formidable guy. With skills notcking, yet he favors such underhanded tricks.”


    He slowly opened his hands, with two mes dancing in his palms.


    The mes roared.


    “Did you… really think I’m finished?” Trent Marshughed loudly, shouting: “Indeed! I’m gravely injured, truly spent! But today, Mr. Marsh, I’ll teach you one thing—what it means when they say a dying camel is still bigger than a horse!”


    Trent Marsh charged towards Sutton!


    Full of killing intent!


    Causing nearby trees to wither!


    Sutton suddenly felt unprecedented pressure.


    He retrieved the blood sword that Trent Marsh had kicked away and channeled all his power into it.


    Buzz!


    Manifestations of vengeful spirits appeared on the blood sword.


    They lunged at Trent Marsh with ws bared!


    Sutton knew full well that his sess or failure rested on this blow!


    “Ah!”


    He shouted fiercely!


    The blood sword shed down!


    “These spirits perished by my sword! When they were alive, I could kill them at will! Dead, they can’t overturn the sky! Whether there’s one or a hundred, all of you get lost!”


    Trent Marshughed wildly, two mes in his hands bursting forth!


    As soon as the vengeful spirits touched the mes, they vanished into smoke!


    Even emitted cries of terror.


    Boom!


    Trent Marsh grabbed the blood sword with one hand, and the mes nearly instantly turned it red hot.


    With his other hand, channeling the power to destroy worlds, he unleashed his full might!


    Bang!


    Even with the Red Rat on him, Sutton was hurled through the air, crashing through dozens ofrge trees.


    Dering his demise.


    A truly forceful Trent Marsh was nearly unstoppable.


    “Hoo…”


    Trent Marsh braced himself against a tree trunk, his body trembling.


    Already injured, his condition had worsened.


    “Pranay Martinez…” Trent Marsh muttered Pranay Martinez’s name.


    To him, Sutton wasn’t worthy of a name.


    Yet a minor character, at the right moment, dealt him a fatal blow.


    Leaving his already weakened body more fatigued.


    “Even the War God Trent Marsh, in such a situation, still had such explosive power.”


    In the forest.


    The Prophet appeared.


    He apuded continuously, with a dozen Martial Monks, their eye sockets hollow, trailing behind him.


    These Martial Monks were powerful fighters andcked physical form.


    “You arranged this?” Trent Marsh didn’t turn, his voice conveying recognition.


    “I knew you wouldn’t let it rest, but I didn’t expect you’d be so shameless. Fine, I’m no longer able to fight you. But remember, I won’t break the seal.”


    “Very impressive, Mr. Marsh. But do you really think I have no means?” The Prophet waved his hand, and the Martial Monks rushed forward, chaining Trent Marsh.


    “Apologies, Mr. Marsh!”


    The Prophet approached Trent Marsh, driving three twenty-centimeter-long nails into his body!


    “Ugh…” Trent Marsh grunted heavily.


    Overturning a skiff in a ditch, perhaps it was thus.


    After being away for millennia, he hadn’t expected the outside world to have be so treacherous.


    Isn’t a strong fist enough?


    Now, must we resort to underhanded tactics?


    The Sovereign too ys dirty.


    Now Pranay Martinez ys dirty, and even his created puppet, the Prophet, ys dirty.


    In a dark world, why isn’t there a single beam of righteous light?


    “Let’s go, Mr. Marsh, apologies.” The Prophet lifted his head as a helicopter descended slowly.


    The Martial Monks took Trent Marsh aboard the helicopter.


    “Mr. Marsh, I have a way for you to break the seal. Please… trust me.”


    The Prophet smiled, sat on the helicopter, and closed his eyes to rest.


    After they left.


    In the forest.


    Sutton suddenly opened his eyes!


    Those eyes were no longer human, but those of a rat!


    Sutton stood up, crawling on all fours like a rat.


    The man was dead, and the Red Rat had fully upied this body.


    He opened his mouth, trying to speak.


    But it was quite difficult.


    The Red Rat, first among the twelve divine beasts.


    It held the first position because, unlike others, it could operate within a corpse.


    What the Red Rat could do was truly terrifying.


    This was almost akin to having a body.


    At the same time!


    In Mont!


    In avish pce!


    Ilia Danvers was drenched in sweat, kneeling before a massive golden dragon statue, trembling constantly.


    “Someone,e!”


    He shouted.


    Immediately, many guards rushed in from outside.


    They were the Imperial Guard of Mont’s dynasty.


    “Go, head to Gonzalez City immediately, and see if there’s been anyone moving about like a rat recently!”


    Ilia Danvers roared loudly.