<h4>Chapter 2233: Chapter 2233: Unknown Power</h4>


    "No wonder you’re the White Emperor, I couldn’t defeat you!"


    The human-shaped blood let out a dull voice: "But you wish to kill me? Impossible! I am undefeatable, I am the true God! I am the Heavenly Dao, not those gods or demons you speak of. They are all clowns; I will eliminate them!"


    Bang!


    A muffled sound!


    The blood instantly exploded!


    Many Martial Artists sttered with blood fell to the ground in pain, their facial features contorting in agony.


    But within seconds, they stood up one after another, their eyes ck, stepping closer to Julius Reed and Pruitt Wilde.


    Fortunately, Lucien Radcliffe had pulled Granny Xihua aside beforehand, avoiding the stter of blood.


    However, inside ck Dragon Cave, nearly a hundred people had been sttered by the blood.


    Some frightened Martial Artists were bewildered, and the knives of theirpanions mercilessly swept past their heads.


    Heads shot up, crashing heavily to the ground.


    "Hahaha! I am everywhere! Today, this ce will be your burial ground!"


    The voice of the Demon God came from all directions.


    Almost everyone was speaking the same words.


    It seemed that now, they were all the Demon God.


    They were all incarnations of the Demon God.


    "Young brother, who are you?" Pruitt Wilde blocked Julius Reed behind, asking. "Today’s life-saving grace will be remembered."


    Julius Reed removed his veil, and Pruitt Wilde asked in surprise: "It’s you?"


    "I knew you came to seek death, so I thought to stop you," Julius Reed chuckled lightly: "Take my advice, the waters here are too deep for you to manage."


    "You go; I’ll cover you. Today’s war cannot harm the innocent." Pruitt Wilde grabbed Julius Reed’s hand, trying to pull him along, but found the other unmoved.


    "Reed?" He squinted his eyes, suddenly remembering someone.


    This person had a girl by his side who learned from the faceless ones, able to disguise as anyone.


    "Yes." Julius Reed nodded.


    The rtionship between the two was quiteplex; from previous opponents, they became allies now.


    Previously, Julius Reed was unclear why Pruitt Wilde wanted to help the Hidden Gate and naturally wanted to inquire.


    After knowing, if he revealed his identity, it would only make Pruitt Wilde ufortable.


    Strong ones care most about dignity.


    No one wants to be helped.


    Being helped is admitting one’s inadequacy.


    But now, Pruitt Wilde indeed could not rival the Demon God; Julius Reed helping was a timely assistance.


    "Well, I should have expected it would be you. Mysterious as ever, you are the most unworthy strongman I’ve ever seen." Pruitt Wildeughed aloud, suddenly leaping forward!


    Bam bam!


    He kicked apart the body of the approaching Martial Artists with both feet.


    Those behind, hit, also fell en masse.


    "Then let’s have a good fight!" He was incredibly strong; each punch knocked down a Martial Artist.


    Even blessed by divine demon blood, they were still as fragile as paper against Pruitt Wilde, known for his Divine Power.


    Pruitt Wilde punched and kicked, clearing a path through the crowd!


    With three rounds, arge group of Martial Artists was down.


    "In that case, I’ll y along." Julius Reed extended his hand, a me flickering in his palm.


    This was Red Rat’s power.


    "Remember the barbecue you ate the other night?" Julius Reed stretched his right hand forward!


    Whoosh!


    The mes shot out directly!


    Burning dozens before him to cinders!


    Red Rat’s mes were extremely domineering; encountering these ordinary people, it almost instantly incinerated them.


    mes rose high, casting the cave in brilliant light.


    "me Power! Who are you! Why do you have me Power!"


    For the first time, the Demon God’s voice wavered.


    Upon hearing, Julius Reed was slightly surprised too.


    me Power?


    Rather than mentioning Red Rat?


    If the opponent wasn’t mistaken, then there was only one possibility.


    Back when Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed created Red Rat, they surely had a temte; it couldn’t have been conjured out of thin air.


    In other words, Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed knew what me Power was and used me Power to create Red Rat.


    Thinking of this, Julius Reed felt he should ask Dragon Dance if she knew about these things after returning.


    Coming here was somewhat rewarding for him.


    At least he learned the origin of Red Rat.


    Thinking of this, Julius Reed retracted the mes, suddenly appearing behind the Martial Artists.


    This was Green Snake’s power!


    Whoosh!


    This time, he sprayed mes, instantly moving inside the cave!


    Crossing fiery dragons, leaving many corrupted Martial Artists dead in the ze.


    "Wind Power! Who, who are you!"


    The Demon God struggled to remain calm; his voice lost its former depth, now somewhat excited.


    Wind Power?


    Indeed, Julius Reed was not mistaken.


    In this world, conjuring things from nothing is very difficult.


    The Twelve Hell Beasts each had their unique abilities.


    There must be a temte; Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed only borrowed it.


    Unfortunately, he didn’t know what powers the White Tiger and Wild Bull possessed, otherwise he could gather more information.


    "Youngster, who exactly are you!"


    When all the Martial Artists were dead, the Demon God’s voice appeared at the center.


    "He is Pranay Martinez! The City Lord of Skilid!"


    Before Julius Reed could respond, Pruitt Wilde shouted out: "Dare to go to Skilid City, you will have no return!"


    He turned around, pounding the wall fiercely!


    Bam! Bam! Bam!


    Pruitt Wilde’s immense strength caused the mountain to continuously crumble!


    Caverns appeared one after another, the cave began to copse.


    "Run quickly!" Lucien Radcliffe shouted, carrying Granny Xihua on his back, running toward the outside.


    Meanwhile, the blood on the ground pooled together rapidly disappearing.


    "Trying to escape?" Julius Reed picked up the Break Sky Knife, throwing it forward fiercely!


    ng!


    The knife stabbed into the blood.


    White smoke rose.


    The blood contracted violently, disappearing rapidly.


    "In the end, he managed to escape." Julius Reed felt a slight regret.


    This pool of blood was too wicked; he couldn’t figure out its details, nor could he stop it.


    "I will catch him!" Pruitt Wilde passed by Julius Reed, tapping his shoulder: "Thanks."


    After speaking, he left along the exit.


    Previously schemed against, it was because there were traps here.


    Now that the blood was stabbed by the Break Sky Knife, it was likely heavily wounded; Pruitt Wilde chasing shouldn’t be dangerous.


    Julius Reed couldn’t follow him forever.


    Moreover, having someone chasing was always good; at least one could know the blood’s whereabouts.


    "I must leave too."


    He muttered to himself: "Wind Power, me Power. So what are the powers of White Tiger and Golden Wild Bull?"


    A boulder fell on his head.


    But Julius Reed had already disappeared from the spot.


    Ground.


    Rumble!


    Shadow Kims and Terry Moore, eating hotpot at the Caldwell Family, felt the ground vibrating.


    "What’s going on, an earthquake?" Hawthorne’s voice had just fallen when the beer on the table fell to the ground.


    Shattered.


    "Run?" Shadow Kims nced outside.


    The well had sunk into arge pit.


    Soon, a sh of blood light passed.


    The moment the blood light disappeared, a strong man leaped out from it, vanishing into the snowfield.


    "Hey, order some duck blood." Shadow Kims instantly gained an appetite.