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Gone?
Jack Clark looked around, bewildered.
By now, his entire body was submerged in crimson blood, with the flesh and blood blisters of mutated creatures covering his battle armor, some areas even marred by the scratch marks of claws.
After a night of frenzied slaying, Jack's True Strength had long been exhausted, and towards the end, he had almost entirely relied on his overbearing physical strength to wield his heavy War Halberd.
At this moment, the entire mountain cliff below was covered with the broken corpses of Mutated Beasts, piled up, with the blood spilling out nearly forming a small river down the hillside, a scent of blood filling the air.
The pile of corpses stacked up at Jack's feet was tens of meters high, the dense collection of skeletons and flesh below was like hell—terrifying and shocking.
Standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Jack, who had fought through the night, radiated a killing intent so intense, he was like an invincible king.