"Now it's my turn!"
Su Chen sneered. He moved his feet and charged toward the Undead Race.
This time, he had already activated the [Continue Battle Boots]. His speed soared to the extreme. Like a ghost, he instantly appeared in front of the Undead Race.
"You …" The Undead Race was scared out of his wits, and the corners of his mouth trembled.
Su Chen's speed had completely exceeded the speed of a Level-5 Evolved Person. He didn't even have time to withdraw his Spirit Power to defend himself before he saw a golden fist coming toward him.
Bang … Kacha …
Su Chen's fist hit the Undead Race's chest, blowing up half of his body.
Although the Undead Race was a Level-5 Spirit Reader Master, his body was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person's.
Facing Su Chen's violent attack, he naturally couldn't block it.
"Ah!"
The undead screamed and fell heavily to the ground. The remaining half of his skeleton broke apart, and his head was separated from his body.
Su Chen walked forward and looked at the Undead Race with interest. He said lightly, "You Undead Race are quite capable. You've been beaten to this state, but you're still alive."
Although the Undead Race in front of him only had a head left, the two flames in his eye sockets had not extinguished. They were still exuding a faint breath of life.
"Human, let me go. I can give you something in exchange," the Undead Race said weakly.
The arrogant and conceited attitude from before had completely disappeared and was replaced by a deep sense of fear.
"Tell me, what is it?" Su Chen rubbed his nose.
The Undead Race was now a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
The reason why he didn't make a move was because he was a little suspicious of the thing the Undead Race was talking about. Was it the Thunderstorm Stone?
If it was, he wouldn't have to look around and would save a lot of time.
"I'll use a hundred Thunderstorm Stones to buy my life," the Undead Race said, gritting his teeth.
Although the Thunderstorm Stone was precious, it was nothing compared to his life.
If he could buy a life, it would be very cost-effective.
However, he was obviously thinking too much.
With Su Chen's style of doing things, how could he let him live?
"Tell me the whereabouts of the Thunderstorm Stone, and I'll give you a quick death!" Su Chen stared at the Undead Clan. His voice was as cold as ice, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
"Hehe …"
In the face of Su Chen's threat, the undead sneered instead. "You want me to hand over the Thunderstorm Stone? You're delusional!"
Since Su Chen was unwilling to let him go, why should he hand over the Thunderstorm Stone?
He was going to die anyway. Before he died, he had to make Su Chen suffer.
"You are very courageous. I hope you can continue to be so stubborn."
Su Chen's face turned gloomy. As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and flicked a ray of lightning at the head of the Undead Race.
"A lightning-type spell!
You're a Dharma Psychic? "
The Undead Race had just come up with this idea when he was struck by this ray of lightning and cried out.
Although Su Chen had only released a small amount of lightning-type magical power, after all, it contained the power of the [Divine Thunder of Desolation], and its lethality could not be underestimated.
After suffering a round of lightning and thunder, the aura of the Undead Race slipped rapidly, and he became extremely dispirited. The flames in his eye sockets also dimmed, as if they were about to be extinguished.
Su Chen did not say much. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a small scarlet flame sprang out between his fingers.
Although it was only a small ball, the power of fire it contained was still unusually violent.
"I'll see how long you can use your mouth." The corners of Su Chen's mouth curled slightly, and he was about to flick out the flame.
"I said, in the cave, give me a quick death!"
The Undead Race was really scared this time and told the truth.