A huge and ferocious figure stood in front, its figure was so tall, like a giant.
It was like an ancient and solemn duel. Anthony did not retreat, nor did he hesitate, and charged towards it. Seeing this scene, everyone stopped and stared blankly.
This was a scene like an oil painting. The hundred arms began to wave again. It remembered Anthony's breath and felt the threat from the restless secret blood. It repeatedly picked up bricks and stones and smashed them at Anthony. One after another, the stones flew across and shattered on the ground, splashing thick smoke and dust.
A heavy rain of stone fell, but Anthony did not stop, but accelerated again.
Such an attack might be a great pressure for other demon hunters, but for Anthony at this moment, it is not a problem at all. The burning secret blood brings him endless power. The rapidly changing battle situation has begun to slow down infinitely in his eyes.
Slow, too slow.
Anthony could clearly see the rising dust and falling gravel. Their tracks were clearly visible. Although they were dense, Anthony could easily avoid them with his speed, just like bypassing a crowded crowd.
He knew very well that he didn't have much time left, so he had to fight quickly and decisively and not get entangled with the opponent.
The distance between the two was constantly shrinking. The hundred-headed demon made a sharp sound, and all the heads were crying loudly. The next moment, the hundred arms grabbed bricks and stones and threw them together, weaving into a dense rain of bullets, leaving Anthony no room to dodge.
"Are you scared?"
Anthony asked loudly, and then a blurry hallucination bloomed in the eyes of the hundred-headed demon.
Disappeared.
Anthony disappeared from the sight of the hundred-headed demon. The treacherous illusion concealed Anthony's tracks and deceived its sight.
Endless gravel was evenly spread on the ground, and between bursts of thick smoke, blazing white flames shone through the dust.
The hundred-headed demon found Anthony, and a new round of throwing was ready to go, but then more flames rose from under the dust and then broke through the dust.
One after another... Several flames were burning, rushing on the street, approaching the Hundred-Headed Demon. More than one Anthony rushed out from the thick smoke. The illusion created one false clone after another in the vision of the Hundred-Headed Demon.
The hundred-headed demon let out an earth-shaking roar, the sound even rolled up a sound wave, dispersing the dust hovering in the air, and then it accelerated its offensive, constantly grabbing bricks and stones and throwing them repeatedly.
One figure after another was hit and shattered, but no blood was spilled. It was a false illusion.
Due to the continuous impact, the others felt that the sky was shaking and the earth was spinning, and then the constantly shaking earth accelerated the collapse of the buildings. The Templar Knights who rushed into the city began to avoid it, and the buildings continued to collapse, as if the end of the world had come.
After throwing the last boulder, the hundred-headed demon smashed the last figure in its eyes into pieces, and it dissipated in the air, still not a physical entity.
“Here it is!”
A low roar sounded from one side. Baishou turned around and saw a figure leaping up from a nearby ruined building.
A whistling wind sounded, and then a heavy arm slammed forward. Anthony's move was undoubtedly a suicide mission. Under these sturdy arms, any living thing that approached would be torn into pieces.