Born Almighty Warrior
Chapter 1245 They Were Eroded By Evil Energy

"I'll agree that the Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit and the Infant Ancestry Devils are incredibly powerful. But your strength is limited. Otherwise, you would have won the battle and occupy our territory long ago. The devil race is not the ruler of this world.

So, you should take your own life now and we'll let you die with some shred of dignity. Consider it a courtesy from our side,”

Ricky told Chris.

"Yes. Rid the world of yourself because if you let us do the job, nothing but ashes shall remain. We are already very kind to you, aren't we?" Mordechai seconded. 'He showed us no respect and thought of us as insignificant. It's time to teach him a lesson and show him how it feels to be despised,’ he thought to himself with a sneer.

Chris looked up at the duo in the sky. There was pent-up anger in his eyes but he could do nothing. The fury he carried was such that if looks could kill, Ricky and Mordechai would be dust by now. Engulfed by hatred, Chris stood up with enormous effort and stepped back quickly. His momentum began to soar again.

"Well, what are you doing? Do you still want to resist? I advise you to give up and stop wasting our time," Mordechai said with disdain.

"He has made his choice to continue fighting us. Let's finish him off ourselves then,” Ricky said. However, the two of them realized something was wrong the very next moment.

Chris was standing between the two giant statues. They were both primitive cultivation methods. One was of the Sorcerous Combat Body, and the other of the Ultimate Golden Body.

Chris" hands morphed smoothly into dark, crimson-colored chains which tied themselves around the statues’ neck. Then, he began to draw power from the two statues.

In the span of just a few seconds, Chris regained his full strength. He let out several shrill growls and regenerated two more heads and four more limbs.

Ricky's words also brought Mordechai back to his senses. "That's right. I am going to fight till my last breath. I'm a member of the Desolate Sorcery tribe, and my people are fighters. I won't bring shame to my tribe," he roared in a determined voice.

His blood surged and his veins began to stand out. The power of his Sorcerous Combat Body increased several folds because he had just burned some of his blood essence.

Now he rushed towards the statue standing for the cultivation method of the Sorcerous Combat Body.

"Humph! Two losers dreaming of victory. Preposterous!” Chris snorted defiantly.

"Don't worry. I am not going to let you die so easily. I am going to make you suffer endlessly and face infinite fear. Once you are eroded by the Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit, I will torture you to death.” As he spoke, there was a cruel sneer garnishing the corner of his mouth.

To avoid killing his opponents instantly, Chris had only burst out enough power from the two statues to just match Ricky and Mordechai.

This way, each time they collided with the statues, Ricky and Mordechai would only be slightly injured.

Over time, their blood would begin to dry out and their powers would fail. They would feel an increasing amount of pain rushing through their bodies.

In the end, they would want to die themselves after losing all strength to fight back.

Once that happened, Chris could control them.

"Ricky, stop resisting. Enter the zone and leave the ancestral land. No matter how hard you try, it's impossible for you to defeat the two statues

I know you don't want to rely on the Evil Mandragora, but you have no other choice. After you get out of here, wake her up and let her take care of that powerful Devil Flood Dragon,” the Dragon Intent Grass interrupted.

"That Devil Flood Dragon is just a level higher than me in terms of cultivation level. If I can't handle an enemy like him and need to ask the Evil Mandragora for help, then I won't grow any stronger,” Ricky said, unwilling to accept the grass’ suggestion.

"And you know what? Each time I use the zone to escape, I hate the feeling of powerlessness that pervades all over me.

I am not going to enter the zone unless my life is at stake. Don't try to convince me otherwise. I know that chances are that I might have to enter it eventually, but for now, I should try my best. Only then will I not regret my actions.” There was determination in his eyes.

"Okay. Then I respect your decision,” the Dragon Intent Grass replied.

It knew that Ricky had already made up his mind. So no matter what it said to him, he would not listen to its suggestions.

Ricky and Mordechai were fighting the two statues with their full might. Explosions and bangs arose constantly as the four collided. Most of them were caused by Ricky and Mordechai hitting the ground hard after being thrown away.

Soon, the two of them were completely covered in blood. The two statues had sustained no injuries except for being stained by their blood.

The duo's strength faded away, and they were losing consciousness.

"You are digging your own graves!" Chris snorted dismissively as he looked at them.

He was excited right now since he fed on his enemies’ pain.

Interestingly, none of them had noticed that the two statues were absorbing Ricky's and Mordechai's blood.