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They all gathered together.
Their bodies continued to merge, transforming into a gigantic demon, several meters tall, with a hideous and terrifying face.
The evil spirit roared to the sky, like a beast unleashed from its cage, and charged directly at the group.
Its immense power seemed to devour everything that stood in its way.
Fatty Wang was the first to be attacked; he swung his fist and smashed it hard against the evil spirit.
However, his fist seemed to have hit thin air, causing no real damage.
"Damn it, this demon is immune to physical damage!" Fatty Wang exclaimed in surprise.
The demon glanced at Fatty Wang with a mocking look and responded with 790 punches.
The punch was like a boulder crashing down, sending Fatty Wang flying.
"Damn it, Fatty Wang isn't having it!" Fatty Wang got up from the ground, spat, and pounced on him again.
He refused to believe that he couldn't handle a demon.
This time, Fatty Wang learned his lesson.
He no longer relied solely on physical attacks, but began to condense the golden light within his body.
This golden light was formed from his unique skill, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art.
When Fatty Wang slammed his fist into the evil spirit, the force was like a tiger descending a mountain, awe-inspiring and terrifying.
Although the demon only swayed slightly, as if the punch had not caused much damage, Fatty Wang's confidence soared.
He saw hope, knowing that his golden light could threaten the evil spirits.
So, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, he chased after the demon frantically, punching it again and again.
The evil spirit was forced to retreat repeatedly by Fatty Wang's fierce attacks, but it was not afraid.
Taking advantage of its inability to feel pain, it engaged in a fierce fight with Fatty Wang.
In an instant, fists flew like the wind, and ghostly figures flickered, creating a breathtaking scene.
Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang stood aside, wanting to intervene but unable to find an opportunity.
They were awestruck by Wang Pangzi's bravery, but also worried about his safety.
"Boss, do you think Fatty can handle this evil spirit?" Shirley Yang couldn't help but ask.
Lin Yang smiled, his eyes revealing his trust in Fatty Wang: "Fatty has always practiced Indestructible Vajra as an external martial art."
"Now that he knows it can be used to deal with evil spirits, he must know how to use it."
"Give him some time, I believe he can do it."
Hu Bayi nodded in agreement, saying, "That's true. I used to think that the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill was just about having great strength and high defense."
"But I didn't expect the fat guy to be able to use it to this extent."
Lin Yang explained, "Since the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill can make a person indestructible."
"That means it contains a unique energy."
"This energy is just right to suppress the evil spirits of demons."
As the group was chatting, the Prince of Xian suddenly sneered:
"Do you really think he can handle a demon like me?"
"I put a lot of effort into creating this evil spirit."
The King's words revealed a madness and smugness. He continued:
"In order to create this evil spirit, I killed many people and devoured their souls."
“I made them suffer in hell, and I poured their resentment and hatred into this demon.”
At this point, the King's eyes clearly turned crazed.
(agci) He roared in a hoarse voice, “That’s why you see such deep resentment among them!”
“They were imprisoned in darkness by me, day after day, year after year, longing for release, but never able to escape that endless suffering.”
King Xian grinned maliciously, "Now, they desire to merge all your souls into theirs, so that you may be with them forever, never to be reborn!"
Upon hearing the words of the Prince of Xian, Hu Bayi trembled with rage. He pointed at the Prince of Xian and cursed:
"You damned old bastard, you should have died long ago, yet you've harmed so many people! You're utterly heartless!"
When the Prince of Xian heard Hu Bayi's words, he simply smiled.
His smile was full of mockery and malice:
"You can curse me all you want. The harsher the curses, the more I'll feel when I torture you."
Seeing the King of Xian's perverted smile, Fatty Wang couldn't help but curse:
"Damn it, I knew this guy was weird a long time ago. Turns out he's an old pervert!"
He swung his fist and smashed it hard against the demon in front of him.
Hu Bayi roared, "Fatty, beat this devil to a pulp! Let this old pervert see what we're made of!"
Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang perked up immediately and shouted, "Don't worry, Lao Hu, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"
Perhaps they received a direct order from the organization!
At this moment, Fatty Wang was like a god of war, every punch and kick containing terrifying power, forcing the evil spirit to retreat repeatedly, powerless to fight back.
However, this evil spirit was no ordinary being.
It had absorbed the power of countless wronged souls and evil spirits, and at this moment, it was like a ferocious beast, roaring as it charged towards Fatty Wang.
If it weren't for Fatty Wang's indestructible martial arts skills, he probably would have been devoured by this evil spirit long ago.
The struggle between the two became increasingly fierce, resembling a life-or-death battle.
Lin Yang and his group, meanwhile, were closely watching the development of the battle from the sidelines.
Gradually, the resentment on the evil spirit grew stronger and stronger, as if it were about to solidify into a tangible form.
Its eyes turned blood red, and countless tentacles stretched out from its body, reaching out to grab Fatty Wang.
"Damn it, why aren't you dead yet? Hurry up and die so you can join us."
The evil spirit roared angrily, its voice filled with endless resentment and hatred.
At the same time, countless mouths appeared on Fatty Wang's body, frantically tearing at his flesh.
However, Fatty Wang's indestructible martial arts skill blocked all these attacks.
"Damn it, you're playing dirty tricks!" Fatty Wang cursed immediately after being pestered by the other party.
He waved his hands, trying to shake the tentacles and mouth off his body.
However, the evil spirit seemed to be stuck to him, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not get rid of it.
At this moment, Fatty Wang seemed to be trapped in an endless nightmare.
Chapter 141: His Soul Belongs to Mine
"Damn it, these bastards are like leeches!"
Fatty Wang was being harassed by a group of evil spirits.
Their hands gripped his limbs tightly, their sharp claws digging deep into his flesh.
The demons opened their blood-red mouths wide and frantically tore at his body, as if they wanted to devour him whole.
At this moment, Fatty Wang's indestructible martial arts were put to their fullest potential.
His skin hardened like iron, and the demon's sharp teeth could only produce a crisp metallic clang when they bit into him, but could not harm him in the slightest.
However, there were simply too many evil spirits. Their claws were like countless vines, binding Fatty Wang tightly and rendering him unable to move.
"Hahaha, Fatty, stop struggling and just become our king's slave!" the demon laughed loudly, his voice hoarse and evil, like a ghostly wail from the depths of hell.
"Fatty!" Hu Bayi's heart tightened when he saw this, and he quickly used the Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Secret Technique.
His hands moved rapidly in the air, drawing symbols as he chanted incantations. Then, countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, striking the evil spirits.
Lightning struck the demons, making crackling sounds, and they screamed in pain.
However, the evil spirit refused to let go and kept Wang Pangzi bound.
"You damned bastards!"
Upon seeing this, a flash of anger appeared in Hu Bayi's eyes. He cast a spell again to prepare to defend against the attacks of these evil spirits.
Just then, an even more terrifying aura swept over us.
King Xian charged forward with a ferocious expression, moving with incredible speed, like a gust of evil wind.
Compared to the evil spirits, King Xian was clearly more terrifying and powerful.
"Damn it!" Hu Bayi cursed inwardly, and quickly dodged.
At the same time, he gathered his magical power to prepare for a battle against the terrifying King Xian.
He unleashed earth magic, slamming his hands into the ground, causing the earth to shake violently. Countless stones and earth shot towards the King like sharp swords.
Upon seeing this, the Prince of Xian sneered and made no attempt to dodge.
Just as the earth and rocks were about to touch its body, it suddenly exploded with a roar, turning into countless tiny fragments that scattered in all directions.
Upon seeing this, Hu Bayi frantically manipulated earth-based magic, seemingly without regard for his own life.
In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere, and dust billowed, as if the entire battlefield was shrouded in a sandstorm.
Hu Bayi silently recited the incantation in his mind, his hands quickly forming hand seals, pushing the spell to its limit.
Hu Bayi stopped when he felt he had almost completely controlled the surrounding soil and rocks.
He wiped the sweat from his brow, looked at the dust-shrouded area ahead, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips:
"With so much soil and rocks, surely that old bastard Prince Xian could be smashed into mincemeat."
Shirley Yang stood to the side, her brows furrowed. She looked at Hu Bayi and said with some concern: