My Otherworldly Shura Field

Chapter 85, Level 3

"Hmph! You're courting death!" In Lucifer's eyes, the other party was undoubtedly seeking his own demise. When he was level 13, he could crush level 15 beings, let alone now that he had reached level 15. Facing someone of the same level, he felt no pressure at all.

Therefore, when he killed Scarface, although it was a sneak attack, it was only to coordinate with Rubia's operation. Why not save his energy by quickly eliminating an obstacle?

Otherwise, even if there are two level 15s, he would still kill them without hesitation.

Not to mention he's just one person, blinded by rage, he's practically offering himself up for being killed!

The world is going to the dogs; there are actually people who are tired of living.

That's only natural. In that case, I'll see you off.

"cut!"

Lucifer roared, gripping the purple blade tightly in his hand, and slashed at the man rushing towards him.

A flash of purple light, a moment of brilliance, and a spurt of blood.

The man brushed past her, but stopped after only a few steps, his eyes filled with terror.

Then, he saw a bloody mark appear on his palm, slowly cracking open, and half of his palm slipped off. But this was only the beginning. The next moment, he suddenly felt that he had also lost feeling in his right shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw that his right shoulder had already slipped off, exposing his internal organs, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"..." The man didn't understand what had just happened, but he was already finished. Even a god couldn't save him. With a look of resentment, he slowly fell to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open.

"Hmph! Idiot." Lucifer sneered, brandishing his longsword, splattering blood from the blade onto the wall, leaving a trail of blood.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of someone falling to the ground came from ahead. Lucifer looked over and saw that Rubia had easily killed three level 13 people with her sword. Her speed was not inferior to Lucifer's. However, there was a scratch on her back. Her clothes were torn and there were three bloody marks on her snow-white skin. Fortunately, the wound was not deep. It only pierced her skin.

Clearly, Rubia had gone all out, aiming for a swift victory. However, her opponents numbered three and were of a high level, and she paid a price for defeating them.

Tsk tsk, but this girl's skin is quite fair. Wait, this girl isn't wearing any underwear. Oh, I almost forgot, this girl doesn't need such things. How pitiful. For this one thing alone, she deserves sympathy.

However, what is commendable is that despite suffering three additional injuries from behind, Rubia didn't utter a sound, and her expression remained calm, as if it didn't bother her at all.

"What are you looking at?" Rubia felt inexplicably nervous when she saw Lucifer staring at her without any attempt to hide it.

"It's nothing, are you alright?" Lucifer smiled and walked to her side.

"Hmph! I may be a princess, but I'm not that pretentious. It's just a minor injury." Rubia said coquettishly, seemingly annoyed that Lucifer looked down on her.

“Not bad, you’re a woman who doesn’t yield to men. I admire you. But I’ve fought you before, and you’re quite strong. You should have been able to take care of the three of them without any problems. So how did you get injured?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow and continued.

"It's not you. What I'm good at is spearmanship. You destroyed my weapons. Now I'm naturally not good with the sword and can't display my normal strength." Rubia glared at Lucifer with some resentment in her eyes. It was a gift given to her by her father on her birthday. As a result, Lucifer cut her off with a sword. If she didn't need Lucifer's help, she would have wanted to beat him up to vent her anger.

Well, now Lucifer is in an awkward position. So, it turns out that Rubia's injury was indirectly caused by him!

This is outrageous! Rubia started fighting with him without saying a word. He didn't do it on purpose. He's more wronged than Dou E.

This is his fault!

"Ahem, let's save them first." Lucifer coughed a few times, walked past Rubia, feeling a little guilty, and didn't dwell on the topic.

Soon, the two arrived at the third level of the prison. They moved very cautiously and carefully, after all, although there was only one person guarding the third level, the other party was a level 20 guy.

Even Lucifer wasn't confident. Although he could kill level 18 people, it was hard to say about level 20 people, who were a full 5 levels higher than him.

The higher the level, the greater the gap becomes. Level 5 is no joke. If it were anyone else, they would be terrified and run away for their lives if they had a level 5 difference.

However, Lucifer is no ordinary person. He has many tricks up his sleeve, and what's even more terrifying is his self-healing ability. If he can't beat someone, he can simply run away. A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years.

But will he run away?

The answer is obviously no.

If they fail to kill the opponent and alert the Wolf King, the plan will fall through. Therefore, no matter what, they must kill the opponent even if it takes all their strength. This is a challenge for Lucifer.

Only by pushing one's potential and exceeding one's limits can one achieve a breakthrough and advance to a higher level.

However, their tension was unnecessary. They did not see any guards, and there was not a single person in the third level. Only in the deepest cell was a person with a weak and listless body imprisoned.

"Father!" Upon seeing the pitiful man, Rubia burst into tears, dropped her longsword, cried out in alarm, and ran out in a great stride.

Lucifer didn't stop her; since there was no one around, he let her go.

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