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Chapter 745 The Blood Butcher Arrives
The battlefield is changing rapidly. Perhaps Lao Fei can rely on his coldness to resist the erosion of the "flame", but Frank will never give him this opportunity.

Even a rookie who had just entered the battlefield understood this principle, let alone Lao Fei, who had lived for who knows how many years and had fought for who knows how many years, so he simply used cold air to prevent the "flame" from spreading further.

Then, Lao Fei condensed a small amount of cold air in his left hand, and an ice knife extended along his palm. He raised his hand and cut off his right hand along the elbow.

It was clean and neat. From stopping the flames from spreading to severing the arm with a sharp knife, the whole process took less than three seconds. This speed was extremely fast, so fast that Frank's pursuit was slowed down.

Looking at Frank who was charging towards him, Lao Fei swung out his right fist. Frank was stunned by the half-missing arm. He didn't know why the opponent wanted to punch with his broken arm. Could it be that the broken limbs led to dementia?

Frank didn't wonder for long, as Lao Fei quickly gave him the answer. The arm that was missing half of it drew a trajectory in the air as usual, and blood even gushed out during the movement.

"Caracara!"

Suddenly, the blood coagulated in mid-air and turned into the shape of a hammer. Frank was unable to dodge and was hit head-on by Lao Fei's hammer.

"boom!"

Frank flew backwards and fell into the audience, but he immediately got up again, guarding against Lao Fei while wiping away the angry energy flowing from his nose.

"He actually condensed his own blood into a weapon." Frank was shocked.

"I learned it from you." Lao Fei raised his broken arm, which had been burned to ashes at his feet.

I have to say that Lao Fei's move was really brilliant. Not only did he freeze the broken surface to stop the blood from flowing out, but he also caught Frank off guard.

Lao Fei was muttering something, and the broken arm on his right hand changed again, this time turning into a normal arm.

"With a little sorcery, even weaknesses can be turned into strengths. Surrender, and perhaps I will spare your life."

Frank spat out the broken tooth with a "Pooh" sound, responding to Lao Fei.

I have to say that Lao Fei is a very tough opponent. There is no way I can defeat it in a short time with my current strength. I heard that this is still a weakened frost giant. I don’t know how strong these things are at their peak state.

If he could control the lamp beast perfectly, he should be able to easily defeat the opponent in front of him, but this is obviously unrealistic.

Now Frank can only force the Light Beast to use him by putting him in danger. Rather than saying that the Light Beast is protecting him, the Light Beast is actually protecting itself.

He had to choose another more realistic method, and fortunately, this method was right in front of him.

Frank breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and raised his left hand with the lantern ring to his chest. The lantern ring lit up again as if to respond to its owner.

"Hot blood, crimson rage, drawn from the still-warm bones."

Looking at Frank who suddenly started reciting poetry for some reason, Lao Fei did not dare to relax at all. He did not think that his opponent suddenly recited poetry because he was in the mood for fighting. He believed that every step of the enemy in the battle had a reason.

Forget reciting poetry; he'd seen even stranger fighting styles. For Lao Fei, no matter what Frank was about to do, stopping him was the right thing to do. With his mind made up, Lao Fei's right hand transformed into a thorn hammer and rushed toward Frank. In the process, he even grabbed the giant axe stuck in the ground. With his right hand now a hammer and his left holding the axe, he charged at Frank, who stood there.

"boom!"

The red light was so bright that even Lao Fei couldn't open his eyes for a moment. Not only was the red light composed of energy, but the airflow made it difficult for him to move forward, and he couldn't hurt Frank who was in the center.

"Deep hatred and deep resentment will burn your lungs and lead you to the underworld!"

As he finished speaking, the red light that had just burst out began to shrink rapidly, including the energy that had been released. Even the lamp beast that was standing still in the distance flew over.

Red smoke billowed, and after it dissipated, Lao Fei finally withdrew his gaze, but this time there was no Frank and the lamp beast in front of him, instead there was a brand new figure.

The man was covered in red and black plate armor all over his body. He wore an exaggerated bull-horned mask on his head and animal-head shoulder armor on his shoulders. Steaming flames flowed out from the gaps in the armor from time to time.

This appearance reminded Lao Fei of the long-dead monster, Surtur, the original emperor of Muspelheim.

Yang Le, who was sitting in the monitoring room, recognized it at a glance. Frank had merged with the lamp beast again, and now he should be called the Blood Butcher.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet. Lao Fei did not dare to act rashly for a moment. He did not know what changes had taken place in the enemy. If he launched an attack rashly, he might end up in a passive position.

If the enemy doesn't move, I will move around. The Blood Butcher obviously didn't know what calmness meant. He disappeared on the spot with a long-handled axe in his hand. Lao Fei only felt a flash before his eyes and the Blood Butcher rushed to him without him knowing when.

Without time to think, Lao Fei subconsciously held the giant axe across his body, narrowly blocking the Blood Butcher's sudden killing move.

"when!"

After the sound like a huge bell, Lao Fei only felt the numbness in the palm of his left hand. If he had not held the axe handle tightly, the weapon would have slipped out of his hand.

Because of a moment of vigilance, we lost the initiative. If we are suppressed because of our poor skills, there will be no chance of turning the situation around.

Lao Fei knew that he couldn't delay any longer, so he stretched out his right hand, which had turned into a hammer, and smashed it towards the Bloody Butcher's face. The latter didn't know how to dodge and took Lao Fei's attack head-on.

The spike of the hammer was stuck in the gap of the helmet. Any normal creature would be afraid, but the Blood Butcher would not. He only thought about how to tear the creature in front of him apart.

Loosening the axe handle with his left hand, the Bloody Butcher pulled out a butcher knife hanging in front of him and stabbed it into Lao Fei's neck. If Lao Fei was stabbed by this move, he would definitely die.

Of course Lao Fei understood. Seeing the sword getting closer and closer to him, the hairs on his body stood up. He quickly released the control of his right hand and waited until the ice turned into blood again before he got the chance to withdraw.

But he was a step too slow after all. Although the knife did not pierce the neck, it did pierce the shoulder. Lao Fei's shoulder armor played a role, so the wound was not deep.

But the Blood Butcher's weapons are not just sharp, they are all made up of the emotional spectrum, and they also possess the same properties of angry energy, such as burning.

(End of this chapter)