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Then continued into a brutal fight.

White souls floated behind Fisk.

More white souls flew out from his muscle cells.

The number is increasing.

This made the demons hiding in the scroll feel a little incredible.

How many people did this madman kill?

As these white souls were continuously devoured by Fisk's eyes, the wounds on his body that had just been left healed in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, the body expanded again like an inflated balloon.

Amid the continuous physical collisions, Fisk laughed: "Damn, it's a fucking succubus. I like married women, but I don't fuck their sluts." As he spoke, he punched faster.

Under the heavy blow, the scales on Keith Howard's body shattered quickly. Even though he was infused with demonic power and even though this was the demon's arena, this was not hell after all. More importantly, Fisk was burning those precious souls at all costs, and no one knew how many souls he had stored.

A hint of fear flashed across Keith Howard's deep eyes.

He waved his arms and suddenly grabbed the picture of the angel's arrival that was emitting a bloody light not far away. Then the scroll was torn apart. Natasha suddenly felt her body lighten, and the low humming sound that had been continuously emitted by her ears disappeared without a trace.

Keith Howard actually tore up the contract.

Thereby destroying the constraints of this arena.

Boom!

Fisk threw a punch with all his strength left, twisted his body, and took a step back.

Prepare to punch again.

But Keith Howard seized the opportunity.

He escaped.

It's not just because he has reached his limit, but more importantly, he judged that Fisk still had a lot of soul in his body, so he would not have an advantage in fighting with him.

After all, there is still room for saving this body. Spokespersons are hard to find, so we must cherish them.

As for being embarrassing, oh no, it’s embarrassing.

Haha, when did the devil have any shame?

But Fisk was not prepared to let him go.

Fisk had spent a lot of effort to collect so many souls, originally intending to keep them for future use, but he didn't expect the day of using them would come so soon. Now that the souls had been used, it was even more impossible for him to let his target leave.

He waved his hand violently, and the wind element floated. Then, the air in the distance was locked. After locking, Fisk pulled his palm back violently, and Keith Howard's body suspended in the air flew towards Fisk quickly.

This was almost unimaginable before, because this was the devil's arena, his home ground, and he could disperse those elemental elves with just a thought. However, as he took the initiative to tear up the contract, the devil's arena also disappeared. This was no longer his home ground, and the elemental elves no longer had to fear him.

Moreover, the elemental elves felt as if they had succeeded in their villainy and had gotten revenge, and they worked even harder to restrain this demon from hell.

Fisk clenched his five fingers into a fist, and golden light emerged from his hands. Countless elemental spirits continued to wrap around his arms and wrists. The next second, the golden light disappeared and turned into red flames.

Keith Howard struggled madly.

I finally broke free from the restraints of the air, but the fist was already in front of me.

The elementals screamed and cheered.

Keith Howard raised his arms in embarrassment and tried to resist, but even he could not resist the heat contained in the scorching fist. His arms were melted, and the black scales melted and flowed down like chocolate, followed by his head and a mouth that did not make any screams.

Keith Howard looked into Fisk's deep eyes.

A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Looking forward to seeing you in Hell."

Fisk had a disdainful smile on his face as his fist pierced through his head.

"puff!"

The black and purple brain matter blended together and floated into the distant sky.

But the scaly corpse fell to the ground.

"You idiot, you're the one going to hell!"

After a while, Fisk suddenly remembered that the other person lived in hell, and hurriedly said, "No, I have to wish you to go to heaven, hehehe!"

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Deep in the dark art gallery, Fisk was breathing heavily.

Staring at the lifeless body of Keith Howard.

The bloody smell filled the air, as if time had stopped.

"Well!"

Fisk sat on the ground.

He felt that there was no place on his body that didn't hurt.

The elemental elves returned with full stomachs.

They quickly dissipated and merged into the air, leaving no trace.

He tried to stand up, but the severe pain in his body made him fall back down.

At this moment, the art gallery was dead silent, with only his heavy breathing echoing in the air.

The strong smell of blood was like an invisible net, tightly binding his senses.

"loss!"

Fisk was very depressed.

The souls that I had accumulated with great difficulty over such a long time were now less than one tenth left.

Fortunately.

The zombies in the Resident Evil world also have souls.

Otherwise, it’s hard to say who will win or lose.

"Well!"

Natasha got up.

She had just been crushed in the rubble.

Now I finally broke free.

There were scrapes and blood all over his body.

As the Demon Arena disappears.

The corruption from the power of hell also stopped.

Those whose minds are firm will no longer be corrupted by the forces of Hell.

But those tourists who have been corrupted by the power of hell are not so lucky.

After being corrupted by the power of Hell, they will become half-demons walking the human world.

You can become a carrier of a certain demon at any time and anywhere.

It’s not just tourists.

Fisk had not forgotten the rat he saw in the water and electricity room.

There must be more than one mouse like this.

And as the contract is torn, they will break free and escape into the depths of the sewer.

However, this has nothing to do with Fisker.

Let the relevant departments deal with this matter.

He doesn't live in New York anyway.

"Crack!"

Large caliber rifle grenade.

Aim at Fisk's head.

Natasha's face was full of vigilance, but her actions did not show any hesitation.

She squeezed the trigger hard, and Fisk closed his eyes.

The next second, I felt myself flying out.

Flames and pain spread through his body.

It's a fucking incendiary explosive bomb.

The flammable substance enveloped Fisk's entire body at the moment of the explosion.

It quickly began to burn all over his body.

Fisk jumped up from the ground.

Natasha had already replaced the grenade.

But just as she was about to shoot, Fisk, with sparks all over his body, rushed over.

He grabbed the woman by the neck.

With his other hand, he snatched the grenade from her hand, turned the muzzle and stuffed it into Natasha's mouth. Blue sparks flashed on Natasha's wrists, and she waved her arms vigorously, trying to conduct the electricity into Fisk's body.

Fisk did not stop him.

Let the electric shock bracelet rest on his neck.

A tingling sensation spread throughout Fisk's body, but he acted as if nothing had happened.

Fisk stared at Natasha coldly.

Slowly pull the trigger with your finger.

The indifference of death slowly enveloped Natasha's whole body.