Chapter 1243 Confronting The Real Infant Ancestry Devil

The array Ricky made flew towards the blood-dark ropes.

The chaotic fire on the array merged with the justice power and the ancestral thunder power, and it
burned wildly and morphed into countless ghosts and wolves. They rolled into the passages that the
runes had created, and they tore the blood-dark ropes to bits.

The chaotic power Ricky unleashed restrained the Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit.

Roars of these Infant Ancestry Devils echoed throughout the space, making the ground vibrate. For a
moment, it was as if the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

Mordechai took the opportunity and dashed out of the array. With the help of his Sorcerous Combat
Body, he absorbed all the sorcerous power left behind in the ancestral land.

"Sorcerous Omnipotent Skill—the Unstoppable Hand!" Mordechai yelled out.

He activated the Sorcerous Combat Body and released enormous power. It formed a giant, terrifying
shadow with arms as thick as the flood dragons. It tore up the space, and a huge rift instantly
appeared.

A gigantic, reddish-yellow hand came out of the rift.

Its bones were sticking out, and it filled around the area surrounding it.

In the blink of an eye, the giant hand came down on all the Infant Ancestry Devils.

Harsh cries from these devils rang out. Mordechai's strike terminated nearly a hundred Infant Ancestry
Devils. They turned into clouds of Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit.

It was not a surprise that they could not withstand Mordechai's attack.



After all, Ricky had gotten their full attention. They were so focused on him that they did not pay any
attention to Mordechai. In fact, they did not even take Mordechai seriously.

Although Infant Ancestry Devils were blessed with the talent for invisible and soul attacks, their bodies
were very weak.

They wouldn't be able to resist Mordechai's strike, let alone these fake Infant Ancestry Devils.

After Mordechai had disposed of all the Infant Ancestry Devils, he and Ricky jumped up into the air.
They stood opposite Chris.

"It turns out that you've got something up your sleeves. You used our weakness to destroy my babies.
Looks like I've underestimated you," Chris said. He had watched Ricky and Mordechai slay all the other
Infant Ancestry Devils.

"You know what? Those who died at your hands were not the real Infant Ancestry Devils. I'm going to
show you just how powerful we are," he continued.

Afterward, he let out a deep growl.

Immediately after, the Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit came at him, and it entered his body. He absorbed the
evil spirit that the fake Infant Ancestry Devils had transformed into.

He grew taller and taller, and he became even stronger.

Instantly, his hands turned into thick, blood-dark chains.

The chains flew towards Ricky and Mordechai. In an instant, they were only inches away from the two
men.



Ricky and Mordechai sensed the fast-approaching chains and found that Chris' strike contained both
physical and soul attacks.

"This can't be happening," Ricky and Mordechai said in utter shock.

'I can sense it. The physical attack in that strike is just as potent as the soul attack.

I thought they can only attack creatures' souls? They aren't supposed to be able to conduct powerful
physical attacks. It doesn't make any sense,' the duo thought to themselves. They were bewildered.

"Humph! Do you really think we can only attack souls? You low-born creatures from the continent were
totally wrong about us. The creatures of our devil race possess the strongest bodies in the world. If we
didn't have tough bodies, how do you think our patriarch defeated the patriarch of the Desolate Sorcery
tribe? Do you think our patriarch beat him using only soul attacks? You can't be that naive, can you?"

Chris snorted defiantly. He snickered upon seeing the duo's gloomy faces.

"Oh, is that so? I'm looking forward to witnessing your physical strength, then. Show me what you've
got!" Mordechai replied mockingly.

The moment he finished his sentence, he put all his strength into his hand. He grabbed the blood-dark
rope and shook it as hard as he could. Because of the huge impact from the rope, Chris failed to keep
himself steady, and he fell from mid-air. He tried to shake off Mordechai's grip, but he couldn't.

Wasting no time, Mordechai gathered his power in his other hand and seized the other blood-dark rope
so that Ricky could avoid confronting this rope.

Ricky knew what Mordechai was thinking. Immediately after, he took the opportunity and performed the
Space-shrinking Pace without any hesitation and in an instant, he was right in front of Chris. Before his
target could react, he threw a strong punch right in Chris' face.



Sensing the power in Ricky's strike, Chris was unfazed. "The chaotic power is really terrible!" he
muttered to himself seriously. But he was unfazed. On the contrary, he was suddenly full of fighting
spirit. He wanted to know what the chaotic power could do.

"I don't get it. Your arms have been restrained, and your spiritual power is not enough to kill me. Why
are you still laughing?" Ricky asked coldly, looking Chris in the eye.

Chris just growled at him.

His momentum soared, and Ricky's fist stopped in its tracks.

Chris took advantage of Ricky's confusion, and he suddenly grew two more heads and four arms.

He swung at Ricky with his new limbs.

Ricky was caught off guard, and he felt powerful punches hit him square in the chest. He felt his heart
twinge in pain. He was thrown backwards, leaving a trace in the blood-dark space.

"How could this be possible? He has three heads and six arms," Ricky exclaimed in utter disbelief.

"Brat, I forgot to tell you that the Infant Ancestry Devils have the Three-head and Six-arm blood power,"
the Dragon Intent Grass said.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ricky complained.

"I didn't remember it earlier. I don't have a very good memory, you know," the Dragon Intent Grass
replied. "Most of the time, I only remember things when I see them happening before me."

"Fine. At least, I know this now!" Ricky said helplessly. After all, he couldn't really blame the grass.



Mordechai walked up to Ricky. "Did he just unleash the original Three-headed and Six-armed
Regenerating Skill?" he asked, his expression grim.

"Yes, it is," Ricky said, nodding.

"You losers! I'm done playing with you. Now, I will be serious," Chris said. Perhaps this was what he
really was—evil and cruel.

Ricky and Mordechai could sense his strike. His six arms were shrouded in the Infant Ancestry Evil
Spirit. He was going to attack their souls with three of his hands and hit their bodies with his other three
hands.

"Ricky, I have an idea. You deal with this guy's soul attacks, and I will deal with his visible moves. In
that way, we can end this as soon as possible. The odds are against us, and this is not the ideal place
for us. We can't stay here for too long. The Infant Ancestry Evil Spirit will erode us faster when we are
in the fighting state,"

Mordechai said through telepathy.

"Got it!" Ricky replied.

The two of them made their moves at the same time. They began to unleash their powerful Omnipotent
Skills.

"Come on!" Mordechai shouted. He activated the Sorcerous Combat Body. A drop of blood essence
came out from the center of his forehead, and he used it to summon the shadow of their ancestor.

A giant shadow appeared, and Mordechai merged with it. He gathered all of his power and dashed
forward to punch Chris.

"Chaotic Lotus!" Ricky yelled out.



He burst out his six mutants and the chaotic power. He fused them with the power of the Golden Spirit
Eyes and formed the Chaotic Lotus. Array lines covered the lotus to keep him and Mordechai from soul
attacks.

"Three-headed and Six-armed Regenerating Skill, attack now!"

Chris let out a roar. He prepared himself to face Mordechai's blow. Three of his arms made of the Infant
Ancestry Evil Spirit transformed into huge rings and hurtled towards Mordechai.


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