Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1166 - 507: Divine Son Wu Yaobang

Abruptly, Wu Yaobang tightened his fist and smashed it brutally at the blood mist hovering in the sky!

His white priest robe burst open with a thunderous bang, unleashing a ferocious wind that ripped through the atmosphere, generating a piercing sonic boom!

Air streams swirled and squeezed along the sides of his fist, as the pale-gray airflow roared forward.

"What!"

Zhou Qingming’s heart raced frantically; in his blood mist form, his body was far too expansive to evade the enemy’s strike!

Bam!

The punch landed solidly, slamming into the blood mist and blasting a huge empty gap through it.

When force reaches such overwhelming might, even mere mist gets shattered and vaporized by sheer power.

The fist moved at blinding speed, friction with air molecules sparking intense heat.

Similar to a meteor streaking from space, lacking inherent burnability yet igniting from fierce atmospheric drag.

Wu Yaobang’s prowess had ascended to this terrifying degree!

The blood mist dispersed in a flash, reforming into a stumbling humanoid shape from the remnants.

Zhou Qingming, fresh from healing his wounds via vital blood, plunged back into injury right then.

His complexion turned ashen, and he collapsed unsteadily to the floor.

Wu Yaobang’s expression darkened like frozen water; he sneered, "Such audacity! Who are you? How dare you invade Eden and defile the Holy Maiden!"

Propped against the wall, pale-faced Zhou Qingming stared at him and smirked: "Holy my ass. You might deceive others, but not me?"

"In front of Miss Ding, you acted like a fawning lackey, nothing like this."

Wu Yaobang’s visage twisted in fury; he bellowed, "Where is Miss Ding?"

Zhou Qingming laughed mockingly: "Still not giving up? You don’t seriously believe Miss Ding would fancy garbage like you, right?"

Wu Yaobang lost his temper completely, lunging ahead with a step, fist clenched hard, and hurling it at Zhou Qingming!

Zhou Qingming’s face paled instantly; despite his taunts, he knew this cursed Wu Yaobang’s power was genuine—he couldn’t survive another hit.

He morphed into blood mist right away, evading rapidly while yelling: "Mr. Liang, save me!"

Wiser this time, he formed only a thin strand of blood mist, darting and weaving through the air.

No matter Wu Yaobang’s fist might, it couldn’t snag this slender trail of blood vapor.

Wu Yaobang’s eyebrows knitted deeply, suspicion brewing.

Mr. Liang?

Who was this blood mist ability user pleading to?

Were there more concealed foes lurking?

As he assaulted Zhou Qingming, his eyes scanned the vicinity, staying wary of every corner.

At the same time, the patrol squad and Angel Corps fighters kept watch on their surroundings too.

But nobody spotted Liang Yuan on the stone house beam, shrunken to mouse size, observing the chaos below.

Spiritual ability glasses adorned his face, eyes glinting with thought.

"This is Wu Yaobang? His primary attribute hits 87 points, matching those masked figures!"

Liang Yuan puzzled over it: with just 87 points in main strength, how did he lead so many with identical top stats?

Perhaps his superpower was unique, letting him dominate equals in attributes?

Else, what compelled their loyalty?

Liang Yuan remained baffled, even more so since Wu Yaobang’s fight began—he’d shown only superhuman-level power stats.

So far, no other powers had appeared from him.

"Can’t be his main is power?"

Liang Yuan creased his brow, deeply confused.

From what he observed, even if power-based, 87 points seemed far off!

Truthfully, the foe topped out around 70 points in strength.

Naturally, 70 strength points crushed typical ability users like uncondensed Zhou Qingming.

Even among Three Great Sects, 70 strength ranked elite.

Yet against Liang Yuan, 70 points meant nothing!

Thus, power wasn’t his primary attribute!

Then why withhold main attribute powers till now?

Was Zhou Qingming too feeble to warrant them?

Liang Yuan’s gaze sharpened; he refused to delay further.

Zhou Qingming teetered on collapse.

Though a mere blood smoke wisp, endless fist winds eroded him relentlessly.

Liang Yuan blurred into motion—whoosh!

Vast superpower energy erupted, shattering Ni Qi’s effect instantly.

His frame expanded back to full stature.

Like a predator tiger diving, he vaulted down savagely, fist aimed at Wu Yaobang!

Dreadful wind pressure closed in, mortal peril descending.

Wu Yaobang snapped his head up, shock and rage flashing across his face.

"Who are you!"

He countered with an upward punch at Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan swung too; their fists met midair.

Boom!

Energies clashed explosively, thundering violently!

Shockwaves hurled the stone house roof skyward, fist blasts crumbling walls!

Wu Yaobang rocketed back, arm erupting into blood mist!

His form wailed in torment, half mangled and warped.

Thud!

A heavy crash echoed as Wu Yaobang splattered into the outer ground like sludge.

Patrol team and Angel Corps all whipped around, stunned toward Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan felt mild surprise, landing gracefully, astonished: "No hidden tricks?"

He’d expected full unleashing under punch threat, revealing 87-point main power.

But no, they traded blows directly!

Liang Yuan’s horrifying 92-point fist power overwhelmed naturally.

Surviving intact was mercy from Liang Yuan’s restraint.

Each genetic attribute point gap yawned massively!

"Bold!"

"How dare you attack the Pope, kill him!"

"Everyone together!"

Patrol and Angel Corps around them bellowed wrathfully, surging as one!

Liang Yuan arched a brow, eyeing these Angel Corps—all 87-point main attributes.

He stood firm, Spiritual Power surging across four hundred meters.

Buzz!

Immense Spiritual Flame blazed up, forcing all to clutch heads and scream in pain.

Still, though howling, they didn’t drop dead!

A death-defying one bore the agony, lunging at Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan scowled: "Spirit Ability User?"

He guessed the foe was spirit-type; else, impossible to resist his fierce Spiritual Flame.

Liang Yuan flicked his wrist; Ice Star Chain streaked forth, whistling at the attacker.

Shockingly, the figure didn’t evade, smashing into the Ice Crystal Chain head-on.

Chain speared the masked man’s chest clean through, yet he roared madly, chain protruding, barreling at Liang Yuan.

Simultaneously, horrific energy pulsed from his frame!

Liang Yuan’s face shifted; instantly, he triggered triple defenses: Golden Scale Armor, Sea of All Rivers, Spirit Turtle Shield!

Boom!

Deafening blast as the masked man detonated, shockwave blasting wide.

Liang Yuan’s outer Spirit Turtle Shield cracked apart; moreover, Sea of All Rivers waters churned wildly, waves ripped by the blast.

Hitting Scale Armor last, the wave shuddered it with resonant hum.

Liang Yuan gaped in disbelief: "Madman!"

Such a self-destructive assault on first clash!

Without his layered defenses, injury was certain!

What power did Wu Yaobang wield to drive 87-point Genetic Species experts to this frenzy!

Yet next instant, Liang Yuan shocked anew!

Two more black-robed masked men charged from rear left.

They roared ferociously, identical dread pulses rising!

Liang Yuan’s scalp crawled: "Again!"

He vaulted skyward; Red Pig Wheel propelled him airborne, streaking straight away!

Boom! Boom!

Dual blasts erupted, unleashing cataclysmic waves.

That zone flattened instantly.

Liang Yuan’s expression hardened, spotting ground Angel Corps remnants pursuing his aerial form insanely.

Their pace stunned—rivaling 65-70 Agility superpower speeds.

But Liang Yuan saw they lacked flight, restricted to ground sprint!

Relief flickered; he conjured twin Fire Dragons midair!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Fire Dragons bellowed down, slamming ground duo, detonating in blaze that illuminated dark Little Straw Mountain.

Explosions thundered; Liang Yuan looped overhead, ditching the deranged Angel Corps users.

Then he dove back to stone house wreckage, locating Ding Yan and crew.

"Are these Angel Corps nuts? Suicidal charges?" Liang Yuan blurted.

Ding Yan gawked too, shaking head: "I don’t get these lunatics’ game either."

Ji Xiaoyu pressed: "Quick, or more trouble hits?"

"What?" Ni Qi queried, glancing at Ji Xiaoyu.

Ji Xiaoyu fretted: "No lights here; draws monsters."

Indeed, her words barely faded when water surface boomed.

Waves churned as a colossal scale-armored beast over ten meters tall stormed ashore.

Worse, distant Little Straw Mountain depths unleashed ground-shaking bellow.

Sky tore with sonic boom, hinting some horror sped near!

Liang Yuan’s group paled; Ji Xiaoyu bolted, yelling, "Run, escape light zone!"

Mid-flight, she warned Liang Yuan’s team.

Liang Yuan scooped Ding Yan, seized Ni Qi.

Zhou Qingming silently blood-misted onto Ni Qi.

Liang Yuan blurred past Ji Xiaoyu instantly.

Next beat, he snatched Ji Xiaoyu, rocketing into mountain depths.

Roars multiplied from everywhere; mutant beasts erupted from Little Straw Mountain or climbed banks, hounding flame-glowing Eden.

Eden rang with endless shrieks, blasts booming.

Fire-attracted Genetic Mutation Beasts savaged one another wildly!

Liang Yuan guided escape from Eden; steps later, forest revealed dozen black-robed masked men—Eden’s Angel Corps!

Leader in priest robe, cross-stitched front, long-haired, eagle-eyed, fixed on Liang Yuan.

"Outsider sinner, think you can flee?"

"I am the Son of God; God grants eternal life—no killer for me!"

"Kneel and repent!"

Hand swept; flanking Angel Corps dozens lunged at Liang Yuan!

Liang Yuan stared in utter disbelief at this priest-garbed figure.

Wu Yaobang!

Wu Yaobang once more!

Moments back, stone house exterior, Liang Yuan felt him pulverized by punch, half-body vanished!

These scant seconds, even regen Constitution user couldn’t recover unscathed!

What in blazes was happening?