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Everyone Raises Corpses. My Corpse Concubine Gains One Evolution Point Per Second.

Chapter 109 : Chapter 10: Enemies of Mental Consumption, Lin Mo Wins the Final Prize (Page 2/2)

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“I’m not playing with you! I’m going to die either way!”

“Lin Mo can kill me in one hit, but if I resist you, maybe there’s still a chance to live!”

“I know what’s important!”

“Shut your damn mouth!”

Similarly, Blood Wolf Bart retorted, cursing loudly.

In an instant.

He actually left Chief Zuma stunned.

No.

You’re not afraid of me anymore?

I found you an enhancement item.

And you relied on my petrification ability to petrify all your opponents.

You can’t even handle Lin Mo’s dungeon one-on-one?

If that’s the case, then let’s all die together!

The next moment.

Chief Zuma exerted his power.

He began to spread his petrification ability throughout his body.

Blood Wolf Bart felt a sudden heaviness in his chest.

Looking down, the petrified area had already spread to the size of a basketball.

He immediately mobilized all his cells to begin repairing.

Blood Wolf’s meridians throughout his body coiled like dragons around a pillar.

The forces of the two clashed violently within his bones, the Wolf Race’s vital blood transforming into a red mist, and the stone poison spreading along his spine in spiderweb cracks.

Bart’s fangs bit down three inches, his stony eyes glared, shooting out phosphorescent flames, and the wolf soul’s howl shook the totem battle armor, causing it to peel off in rustling flakes.

Watching the two constantly battling.

Lin Mo sat back and enjoyed the show.

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“Consume yourselves, consume yourselves more fiercely.”

Lin Mo didn’t help either side, simply letting them mentally exhaust each other within one body.

And he had more important matters.

That was to un-petrify Ji Xiaomin and Saint Joan of Arc.

He gently dragged the two statues onto the bed.

He glanced to the left; Ji Xiaomin’s peach-like glutes were quite nice.

He glanced to the right; Saint Joan of Arc had at least an F-cup.

Both had their unique charms, being human geniuses after all.

Not only were they outstanding in strength, but their appearances were also top-notch.