It's time to become an evil god.

Biao clutched his aching stomach, his eyes fixed on the empty jar of wine, and cursed angrily, "You actually dared to scheme against me!"

Bai Ge, looking completely fearless, pinched his nose and said, "Hasn't Boss Biao heard that when you have a stomachache, you can't trust a single fart?"

"fart!"

Biao no longer cared about being embarrassed or dying; he wished he could kill these guys on the spot to vent his anger. He stretched out his thick, powerful hand and grabbed at the air. A gust of demonic energy rushed directly towards Xize Liang.

Nishizawa Ryo didn't back down. Relying on his modified steel body, he planned to withstand the attack head-on and lock in his health.

The demonic energy slammed into him like a dump truck crashing into him, sending him flying into the courtyard.

With a successful strike, Biao waved his hand and ordered, "You guys help me hold off the others! There will be a reward afterward!"

Wen Liang, Wuxian, and Xuemo, who were rushing to help, were stopped by a tall woman, eight feet tall, wielding a naginata. She raised the sharp blade, pointed it at Wen Liang who was in an iaido stance, and coldly asked, "Do you also want to dance?"

"Okay."

Wen Liang remained calm. She gripped the hilt of the knife and drew the blade.

This time, I drew the [Flying Thunder God Slash].

……

The witch grabbed Bai Ge, threw him behind her, and cast a protective spell on him.

"Well done, you've completed your task. Now it's up to our professionals."

"Be careful, this guy is an agile and powerful demon, he can interrupt your chanting at any time."

"whispering sound."

The witch turned her head and said disdainfully, "Don't you know that the first lesson apprentice mages learn at the magic academy is close combat and sneak attacks?"

Upon hearing the words "close combat," Biao swayed in fright, instinctively protecting his groin, fearing that this guy would deliver another fatal blow to his genitals.

“Watch closely, mortal.”

The witch suddenly lunged forward and slammed her foot down hard on Biao's head. The speed was so fast that Biao didn't even have time to defend himself and took the hit hard.

Clang.

The staff struck the demon as if hammering steel, the clanging of metal echoing throughout the hall, and a visible shockwave rippled through the dark clouds, spreading outwards.

Biao leaned back and staggered several steps before regaining his balance.

A look of horror flashed in its eyes.

I thought I was invincible, but I didn't expect to encounter a troublesome opponent as soon as I took out the Demon Cave.

The witch stood rooted to the spot, her palms trembling from the shock, her hand gripping the staff tightly still shaking uncontrollably.

A sweet taste rose in her throat. She swallowed the blood in her mouth with a straight face, barely managing to maintain a composed demeanor. She looked at Biao silently, her eyes brimming with fighting spirit.

Once midnight passed, the witch had only three items left that she could use, all of which were her trump cards for survival. Now, all she had to do was stall until this guy was exhausted and weak, and then deliver the fatal blow.

"As a mage, your melee skills are quite good."

Biao snorted coldly, rolled up his long sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and as the hem of his clothes fluttered, demonic energy condensed into a dark cloud around him.

The Taoist priest looked down at the ants with cold indifference, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and said calmly, "Coincidentally, I also know a little bit of sorcery."

The black, demonic mist surrounding him was like a pool of gasoline being thrown into a match; first a spark flashed, then a raging fire engulfed everything!

The entire black mist burst into flames, the firelight emitting a cold, eerie blue hue, devoid of any warmth.

Then the leaping blue demonic flame rushed towards the witch.

"Oops!"

The powerful attack she had just unleashed had slowed the witch's reflexes considerably, and in the blink of an eye, the demonic fire was already upon her. But the next moment, a large red doll dressed in a phoenix coronet and wedding gown rushed in front of her, blocking the demonic fire.

Her snow-white face was bathed in the soft moonlight, radiating gentle beauty and serenity.

The witch was stunned, and asked softly, "Who...who are you?"

The doll turned around and replied in a rough voice like Zhang Fei, "Hey bro, I'm a magical girl."

What magical girl has Dio's voice?!

Biao sensed a dangerous aura. His intuition told him that the doll exuded an aura that only evil spirits from the depths of the underground caves possessed.

The puppet stared intently at Boss Biao, then suddenly said, "You're finished."

"What?"

Before he could finish speaking, an even stronger and more terrifying aura spread from the courtyard. Outside, a group of mountain spirits and monsters rushed towards Boss Biao like madmen.

"Boss Biao, save me!"

In the next instant, a blinding light swept across the courtyard, and the panicked figures vanished into the flames.

Then he saw a legendary auspicious creature, a dragon.

No, Biao couldn't see a trace of auspiciousness on this dragon.

All that remained was an endless killing intent.

However, under the moonlight, the two-headed dragon radiated a cold, metallic light and roared madly, as if the two dragons were embedded alive in a black cube. Lightning crackled all over its body, and violent currents filled the courtyard, carrying a strong sense of oppression and despair.

The mountain spirits and monsters that didn't have time to escape perished in the destructive flames of the raging dragon.

"First a melee mage, then a steel dragon..."

Boss Biao was greatly shocked and took a few steps back in fright, saying incredulously, "I've only been locked in the Demon Cave for thousands of years, what on earth has happened in this world?"

Chapter Fifty-Five: My Geiger Counter Got Off!

Second update

Clang.

The crisp sound of metal being struck rang out outside the courtyard, sparks flying. The naginata clashed with the long-finned serpent, neither giving an inch. The eight-foot-tall woman brandished her long-handled naginata, its blade flashing wildly, her eyes filled with madness, muttering incessantly. She forced Wen Liang to retreat step by step.

"That's it? That's it? That's it?"

"Sister's not satisfied yet, hurry up! You little brats, haven't you eaten?"

Wuxian and Blood Demon struggled to evade each other's attacks, unable to find an opening to strike. Although Wen Liang was desperately parrying, he was secretly searching for a chance to counterattack.

Wen Liang frowned. "Wuxian, Blood Demon, stop hiding your little bit of wealth! Can you help me stall her, even for just a second?"

Infinite and Blood Demon exchanged a glance and nodded silently.

Now is not the time to hide our strength.

Blood Demon pulled a bottle of red potion from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing, he made a grimacing face and gave a helpless, bitter smile, saying, "I only brought one set of clothes with me today. I really didn't want to do this."

Item: Bitter Blood

[Quality: Disposable item]

[Special Effect: Can transform into a vampire beast D-type for a short period of time, greatly increasing speed, stamina, and strength]

[P.S.: Super Saiyan, transform!]

"Drink up!"

After drinking the bottle of bitter blood, veins bulged on the Blood Demon's face, his muscles swelled, and even his skin changed color. His clothes were torn apart, and a fierce, evil aura emanated from his body. Bat-like wings covered in membranes unfurled behind him, his right hand transformed into a monster's head full of sharp teeth, his left arm became a sharp demonic claw, and his tail flapped incessantly behind him. He soared into the air and charged towards the woman with the eight-foot-long naginata.

"A blood-red terror!"

Countless blood needles shot out from the wings and flew towards the eight-foot-tall woman, like a rain of hidden weapons. The eight-foot-tall woman wielded her naginata and barely managed to block all the attacks.

However, the next moment, she suddenly felt sluggish, as if her muscles were out of control. Only then did she realize that dozens of injections were hidden in the Blood Demon's blood needles, and many of the injections were injected into her body without causing her any pain.

"What the hell is this thing?"

The eight-foot-tall woman was still wielding her naginata, but her movements slowed down.

The Blood Demon explained, "The injection just now contained a mixture of sedative, haloperidol, dihydroetorphine, EDTA, ketamine, loperamide, loperamide, and dihydroetorphine."

"Speak...human language!"

"They were all overdose of anesthetics."

The eight-foot-tall woman's lips twitched as she cursed, "You humans have absolutely no sense of chivalry; your methods are truly ruthless and vicious!"

"Yes, when martial arts practitioners duel, they should follow the code of honor."

Blood Demon crossed his arms and said softly, "Luckily, we're just a bunch of sentient Banlangen (Isatis root), so we don't need to talk to you about chivalry."

"Die!"

The eight-foot-tall woman used her last bit of strength to slash at the Blood Demon. But the next second, a black longsword grazed her waist.

"Useless! You can't even throw it accurately..."

The gentle man in front of her vanished instantly, reappearing behind her in a flash, and said, "Today I'll show you what I'm made of!"

The moment he finished speaking, the tip of the knife plunged directly into her buttocks.

The eight-foot-tall woman, whose movements had become sluggish, had no time to defend herself. She only felt a pain in her anus, and staggered forward a few steps, almost kneeling on the ground.

She gritted her teeth and angrily cursed, "This kind of attack doesn't hurt at all!"

Wen Liang removed his black gloves, gripped the hilt of the long-finned serpent's sword, and said emotionlessly, "Sorry, my ability is to turn anything I touch into a bomb. You lost, and the loser should eat dust!"

With a loud bang, the naginata flew through the air in an arc and stuck into the muddy ground.

The eight-foot-tall woman, now only half her body remaining, collapsed to the ground, lying in a pool of blood, muttering, "It doesn't hurt at all, I can still stand up... wait, where's my butt?"

Wen Liang picked up the knife stuck in the ground, sheathed it, pointed upwards, and said, "His butt's up in the tree."

……

The sound of blacksmithing outside the door stopped abruptly, but the eight-foot-tall woman didn't return to help. He knew that if he continued to hide his abilities, he might die without a burial place.

"drink!"

Biao immediately withdrew the barrier, and the brightly lit hall disappeared, replaced by a dilapidated and abandoned Mahavira Hall. Moonlight shone through the broken tiles and rubble of the roof, and half of the hall was exposed to the moonlight.

Coffins, wreaths, and white paper lanterns were scattered everywhere, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Biao transformed back into a middle-aged man in a blue robe, his face showing a hint of dishevelment, but all the injuries he had just sustained had vanished without a trace.

His face was ashen. "If I hadn't been maintaining the barrier to prevent those Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain from finding out, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state. But now I'm going to show you what it means to be..."