Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer-Chapter 828 - 358: Deadly Ambush

"You hurt me!"

"Crack!"

The sound of bone fracture.

A deep pit appeared on the stone slab floor, with Juanlu's entire waist and abdomen deeply embedded in the pit.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, eyes wide as he coughed.

Two orange spheres opened their mouths filled with sharp teeth, biting into both of Alka's legs.

The one on the left leg bit down hard, with an astonishing biting force that made Alka feel like his left leg was about to be broken.

Compared to the left leg, his right leg was reduced to just a few pieces of flesh still clinging.

The one on the right leg bit precisely into the wound that had just been penetrated.

The last one.

Somehow hiding behind the corner of the roast meat, a puppet girl stood atop the sphere, slightly enhancing its shadow-cloaking ability.

Reducing its presence.

Meanwhile, the sole sphere was ravenously devouring the roast meat.

Alka's hands were wrapped by the edges of the cloak, and then once again slammed into the two spheres.

This time, he seemed to use all his strength.

An unknown energy, emitting a nauseating bloody smell, followed the attack and flowed into the spheres.

The spheres instantly shrank under the impact, turning from baby head-sized to their original fist-sized form.

Clearly, they had temporarily lost their devouring function, landing powerlessly on the ground, rolling aside.

After finishing this, Alka didn't even glance at Juanlu underfoot. His waist and back were shattered and paralyzed, clearly unable to fight on.

Looking up to the sky.

At this moment, a puppet girl was fluttering its wings, preparing to find an opportunity to throw another fireball.

"Found you, you damned little fly!"

Among all the attacks that hurt him, only the iron ball spewing high-temperature flames injured him the most.

Even though the right thigh was almost entirely shattered, it somehow fused back together.

Only the abdomen remained charred, like a piece of burnt charcoal stuck there.

That was almost the only wound on his body.

The blood-red cloak on him transformed into multiple spikes, thrusting upwards swiftly.

Just then, a stick slammed hard into his face.

The ambush knocked him sideways, rolling twice on the ground. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

After rolling up, he saw Juanlu, almost paralyzed before, somehow stood again, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, glaring at him viciously.

"You cursed human! How are you standing up?"

Saying so, he irritably shook his head: "Whatever."

His cheeks had sunken in from the previous hit, eyes somewhat deflated.

But he didn't care.

After speaking, the cloak wrapped around his whole body, turning him into an arrowhead thrusting forward.

A blood-red drill, rapidly thrusting.

Juanlu, unable to dodge, watched the drill coming straight at his chest, reaching out with both hands to hold it tightly.

However, the rotation didn't stop.

The flesh on Juanlu's hands instantly fell off, flesh and blood like threads fusing onto the drill.

Instead, becoming his strength.

The flesh and blood from both palms resisting the drill had vanished, exposing the white bones.

If continued resistance, even the bones would be shaved away. This kind of damage was hard to recover.

But if not resisted, he might lose his life.

The mirror surface beneath his feet rippled faintly as if fog and abstract light spread above.

The mirror no longer reflected the scene inside the cave.

Instead, showed a fantastical view.

This view finally allowed Juanlu to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Whoosh!"

A sound ripped through the sky.

Blue light like a meteor, Alka appearing somehow atop the blood-red drill.

Frowning deeply, indicating his foul mood.

His right fist drawn back.

In the sky, turning and smashing his right fist down hard.

The meteor descended.

"Bang!"

The drill's rotation abruptly stopped, and Alka wearing the blood-red cloak was heavily smashed into the ground.

Surrounding rocks splattered up.

"Cough cough."

Blood, along with some internal organs and bone fragments, were coughed out by him.

The blood cloak wrapped on him had transformed into skin-tight clothing. Like a human without skin, leaving only exposed muscles and fascia.

Alka's claw-like hand closed in towards the Alka lying on the ground.

Alka's speed suddenly increased, and under the compression of the blood-red robe, his body turned into a long shape.

Slipping under Alka's legs, attempting to escape from behind.

Alka's reaction was swift, lifting a leg to stomp on the tail of the long form.

Even compressed, it was recognizable as a leg.

Stomped hard on his ankle.

However, what surprised Alka was the sound of tearing and breaking by his ears.

Alka had no intention of stopping.

The left leg stomped on was just left behind.

A tearing shape appeared at the root of the thigh, thick crimson blood flowing. Alka actually escaped with a broken leg?

Even in such an outrageous manner.

Luckily, this situation only made Alka pause slightly. Then his figure immediately transformed into a meteor shape, rushing outside.

From behind, Juanlu's pain-wracked voice reminded him: "Don't suffer any wounds!"