Chapter 3935 The Best Opportunity

Mabarak is seriously injured at this time, and his strength must be greatly reduced. At least, he's on sale for 90% off. If we don't kill him now, this old man will definitely cause endless trouble. We have made a great contribution to the poor people of the Philippines, so we certainly can't let this opportunity pass.

The Sixth Regiment had an unwritten rule: they would specifically kick the good leg of a cripple, and if they found an opportunity, they would kill the enemy.

Now is our best opportunity.

We were also worried that the Blood Priest would return with his men, so we had to finish the battle quickly. Therefore, I used the most violent method right away. As soon as I drew my Heavenly Swamp Spear, I clashed with one of the elders and sent him flying.

Before he could get up, I swayed and stepped forward again, thrusting the Heavenly Swamp Spear once more into his vital spot.

The elder hadn't expected me to be so strong. Seeing me close behind, he quickly rolled several times on the ground to dodge my Heavenly Swamp Spear.

Before he could get up, I casually threw a hidden talisman knife at him again.

The old man didn't even have time to get up. He could only use his broadsword to intercept the hidden talisman knife in his sleeve. The powerful impact of the hidden talisman knife sent him flying a distance close to the ground, probably tearing the skin and flesh on his back.

I activated the Divine Firmament Nine Miles once again, flashed to his side, and thrust the Heavenly Swamp Spear at him once more.

Unfortunately, he couldn't dodge this time and was stabbed in the chest by the Heavenly Swamp Spear. I took the opportunity to swing the Heavenly Swamp Spear and send the elder flying far away.

After the elder landed, a large amount of blood gushed from his mouth, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing that he wasn't quite dead yet, I knew I couldn't waste this opportunity. So I patted my chest, summoned the Blood Refining Orb, and rammed it directly into him.

Although this elder's cultivation level wasn't very high, it was still better than nothing.

After quickly dealing with one of the elders, I glanced around and immediately looked in the direction of Mabarak.

This was quite a surprise. While the three elders were fighting with us, Mabarak had unknowingly run out of the hall. The old man had fallen into our hands, yet he was still thinking of escaping.

I glanced back at Kassan, and saw that he should have no problem dealing with the two elders. His Blood God Gu hadn't been released yet; once the Blood God Gu appeared, it would be the moment the two elders met their demise.

As for Zhang Qing'an dealing with Huo Qingfeng, that should be a piece of cake.

Huo Qingfeng was clearly no match for Comrade Zhang. After a dozen or so moves, he had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

Since neither of them has any problems, I'll go and kill Mabarak.

With a single strike of the Divine Firmament Nine Miles, I blocked Mabarak's path with the Heavenly Swamp Spear in hand.

"Master, where are you rushing off to? Let's have a proper chat." The Heavenly Swamp Spear in my hand swayed and emitted a buzzing sound. Red light flashed on the Heavenly Swamp Spear, which startled Mabarak, who froze and looked at me with a hint of fear.

He was seriously injured; one hand was clutching his chest, and golden blood was still trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Who...who exactly are you people?" Mabarak asked angrily.

"Didn't you hear what Huo Qingfeng said? We came here to settle scores with that old bastard Huo Qingfeng. We just happened to find you using so many babies to practice evil arts, which is extremely vicious. So, today I will act on behalf of Heaven and kill you, you old bastard," I said righteously.

"Do you know who I am? The leader of the Crimson Shadow Sanctuary. Do you really think you can kill me?" Mabarak said in a gloomy tone.

"Whether I can kill you or not, we'll find out soon enough." I was too lazy to waste any more words on him. With a swift movement, the Heavenly Swamp Spear in my hand pierced towards his heart.

Mabarak held a red scepter in his hand, which was inlaid with many colorful gems. He immediately swung the scepter and smashed it down to meet the Heavenly Swamp Spear.

I thought that Mabarak, who was already seriously injured, was completely under my control, but it turns out I was wrong.

As the saying goes, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; even a severely wounded Mabarak is not someone I can easily provoke.

After exchanging only one move with him, I felt the powerful force emanating from his scepter, which sent me flying backward seven or eight meters. After landing, I staggered a few steps.

Then, Mabarak roared and brandished his scepter, waving it at me again.

At that moment, my eyes were fixed on the scepter in his hand. I felt it was a valuable item. Putting aside everything else, the gems on the scepter alone could probably fetch a lot of money if pried off.

While the slovenly Taoist priest was away, I killed Mabalak, put his scepter into the Dragon-Tiger Mirror, and took it with me.

If this kid sees it, it'll probably be his again.

Seeing Mabarak charging at me again, I immediately unleashed all the energy I could muster, except for the demonic energy of the Black Demon God.

I can't use this trump card lightly, especially considering the huge threat of the Blood Priest.

If used now, it could easily kill Mabarak, but against a Blood Priest at full health, there would be virtually no chance of victory.

After unleashing all my power, I gritted my teeth and launched another attack on Mabarak. In the blink of an eye, our magical artifacts clashed once again.

Despite the opponent's fierce attacks, which completely overwhelmed me, I managed to deflect most of the damage using the power of the Heavenly Swamp Spear in my hand.

In one breath, I exchanged more than a dozen blows with Mabarak, but he still couldn't defeat me. After we separated again, I saw that Mabarak seemed to be unsteady on his feet. He opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of golden blood.

Now I understand. Mabarak is seriously injured. If he continues to fight me by activating his spiritual power, his injuries will only get worse. I feel that if I fight him for another ten or twenty moves, Mabarak will probably not be able to hold on.

After figuring this out, I stopped trying to fight him head-on and focused on defense, trying to wear him down as much as possible.

After another seven or eight moves, Mabarak suddenly increased the force and slammed it down on me again. I let out a muffled groan and staggered back a distance.

Namabarak fared even worse, with golden blood continuously gushing from his mouth.

When the time was right, I put away the Heavenly Swamp Spear, took out the Victorious Evil Sword again, and with a wave of my hand, several huge ice figures appeared and crashed into him.