<h4>Chapter 1359: Could This Be The Long-Lost Buddha’s Wrath...</h4>


    “Charlene’s head. Aim and fire!”


    After the system’s reminder tone sounded, Charlene’s head, which was already half revealed from the sand, shot out toward the ming bird.


    The visibility on West Point Ind wasn’t high in the foggy night.


    Simmons only sensed something flying toward him, and he reached out to grab it instinctively. Just as he was about to jeer at Alfred’s awkward sneak attack, he suddenly realized he was holding onto a head.


    Fresh red blood flowed down from the head, and he could see the head’s features clearly with the me’s glow. The thin lips, seductive eyes, and the hopeless and desperate expression. Wasn’t this his favorite concubine, Charlene!


    “Charlene!!”


    Simmons roared furiously as he stared at that face with a hopeless expression from before her death. He could imagine what kind of torture and mistreatment she had endured before her death!


    He initially thought Alfred wouldn’t mistreat Charlene because of him and the ming Demons. He didn’t expect he would go to this extreme end!


    “Alfred, I’m going to tear you into pieces!” mes rose up in Simmons’ hands, and turned that head into ashes instantly, while his figure suddenly became a few meters taller. He had transformed into a four meters tall ming giant surrounded by burning red mes. His gaze locked onto Alfred and the porcupine battle boar in the center of the ind. He dived downward on the mingo bird like a meteor on fire.


    Meanwhile, Alfred was staring at half of the stone statue that was shattered into pieces in front of him in a daze. The ck stone statue had obviously lost all its power, and the remaining half of the Power of the Dead was missing.


    “How dare you steal my Power of the Dead, Simmons!! I’m going to kill you today, and then eat you up to get that remaining half of the Power of the Dead back!” Alfred snapped his head up and locked his red gaze onto the mingo bird that was diving down. He used the side of his ax to p the porcupine battle boar’s butt, and that three-meter-tall and 10-odd-meter-long giant porcupine battle boar started to run. The whole West Point Ind began to tremble as if it was going to sink into the sea anytime soon.


    The mingo that dived downward along with mes and the porcupine battle boar that was as heavy as the abyss shed.


    The mingo opened its mouth and spat out a red me, which burned out the trench on the ground. Even the rocks were turned into ashes.


    The thick barbs on the porcupine battle boar’s neck were shot like crossbow arrows as it dashed forward, and they rained down on the mingo.


    The porcupine battle boar ran into the area covered by the mes. Its pace slowed down obviously as its feet were melted in the melting redva. White steam and a burning stench also emerged from its body.


    As the mingo was diving downward, it couldn’t maneuver itself away from the thick spikes after spitting out the mes. It was pierced by multiple spikes instantaneously, and fell down from the sky.


    Simmons took the opportunity to jump from the mingo’s back. He had three fireballs of gold, red, and purple in his hands. He suddenly brought them together, and the three fireballs merged together mysteriously to form a tricolor lotus flower. He pointed it toward Alfred, who had simrly jumped off the porcupine battle boar.


    The tricolor lotus flew out and instantly appeared right in front of Alfred!


    Boom...


    A loud explosion was apanied by tricolored mes, and West Point Ind obviously sank a little into the sea. Everything around it was returned to nothing.


    “Could this be the long-lost Buddha’s Wrath...” Mag, who brokered this battle, mumbled in disbelief as he watched from the sky with a telescope.


    “Is he dead?” Irina was also holding a high-power telescope. Surprised, she thenmented, “However, that fellow Simmons’ power has indeed increased a little. I remembered he could only bring two fireballs together when I saw him previously. He could actually use three now.”


    “Charlene, I have killed this fellow and avenged you,” Simmons said mncholically as he hovered in midair and looked downward with mes on his body.


    “Ha. You tried to kill me with such a simple trick, Simmons? Although you have absorbed the other half of the Power of the Dead, it seems like you weren’t recognized by the master.” A chilling voice appeared from below.


    The mes and smoke dissipated slowly, and Alfred, whose arm was raised across his chest, also appeared in their vision. Whiffs of ck Ghost’s Aura circting around him like ribbons. They had removed most of the offensive power earlier. Although his clothes were in tatters, there were no obvious injuries on his body.


    “He’s still alive.” Mag cocked an eyebrow. Even though he had already expected Alfred, who had made a deal with the devil, would be stronger, he actually didn’t suffer any serious injuries under such an intense attack. His strength surprised Mag.


    “H-how is this possible?!”


    Simmons was equally shocked. This was already his most powerful attack. Although Alfred was strong, he couldn’t have withstood his attack so easily.


    “Now, it’s my turn!”


    A red gleam shed in Alfred’s red eyes. The huge ck ax was lifted slowly, and the ck Ghost’s Aura immediately twirled around it. It formed a gigantic ck skull on top of that huge ax.


    “Alfred, did you sell yourself to the devil?!” Simmons eximed as he was suddenly reminded of something when he looked at that ck skull.


    “It’s toote to act dumb now. I am going to kill you and then eat you up,” Alfred said coldly before swinging his ax downward.


    A ck circr de began to sh toward Simmons in midair. That gigantic ck skull instantly dispersed into countless little ck skulls, and rushed toward Simmons in a cluster following the circr de.


    “You will be the enemy of this entire world when you make a deal with the devil!” Simmons roared as he backed off rapidly. At the same time, he took off the fire beads bracelet on his wrist and scattered them. 10 fire beads formed a line, and then went straight toward that eerie de of light before exploding one by one.


    Golden mes began to explode into dazzling fireworks. After 10 loud explosions, the ck circr de that was only one-third of its original size went through the firewall in front of Simmons andnded on him. It chopped off his right arm instantly.


    “No!”


    Simmons cried out in pain, and retreated dozens of meters backward. He looked at his severed arm, and a cluster of ck aura was already rapidly climbing up toward his shoulder from the wound.


    “Damn!”


    Simmons’ face went white. He hesitated briefly before chopping off the remaining half of his arm himself, and burned the wound with mes. He charred the flesh to stop the bleeding.


    And just when he hadpleted this series of moves, Alfred had appeared behind him out of nowhere. He lifted the giant ax above his head and smirked. “Go to hell!”


    Simmons’ face paled, but it soon became determined. He punched himself in his heart, and his blood began to rush throughout his body like eruptingva. He furiously said, “I’m going to take you along with me even if I die!”


    “Self-detonation? Ha, you’re not going to have that chance.” Alfred smirked, and his ax swung down without any hesitation.


    “Right now, Holy Light!” Mag, who had been watching a good show, suddenly shouted.