Arrogant Healer God novel Chapter 1185

Chapter 1185: Chapter 1185: As a Slave, As a Servant!_1

Bruce Westmore and his three companions tried to break out, but couldn’t manage it. They could only condense their True Qi Shields to resist the fire waves!

What terrified them was that they simply couldn’t withstand it!

"Aaahhh..."

Flames savagely scorched their bodies, causing them indescribable pain, their screams wretched!

At this moment!

The area where Bruce Westmore and his three companions were indeed seemed to have transformed into a kind of purgatory!

A purgatory of death without life!

Bruce Westmore summoned the True Qi within his body to the extreme, letting out a hoarse roar!

"Azure Dragon Roar!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Seven azure-gold Giant Dragons condensed into form, roaring out in all directions!

"White Tiger Thunder Burial!"

Ian Limbaugh also completely erupted the True Qi inside his body!

Seven platinum-white Giant Tigers, carrying fierce Thunder, charged forward!

"Soaring Snake Chaos Sky!"

Jasper Chaplin violently swung the long spear in his hand!

Six black-gold Giant Snakes took shape, crazily colliding with the surroundings!

"Gale Breaks Waves!"

Nathaniel Lee gripped the long halberd in his hand and swung it with great force!

Streams of blue-gold Storms rose to the sky, sweeping in all directions! 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Boom, rumble, rumble!

The offensive unleashed by Bruce Westmore and his group smashed into the surging fire waves with incredible force, sounding like the rumble of rolling thunder! 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Many fire waves were obliterated, but even more surged toward Bruce Westmore and his group!

It took less than a few minutes!

Those Giant Dragons, Giant Tigers, Giant Snakes, and Storms were all burnt to ashes!

Bruce Westmore and his companions continued their fierce attacks, but still couldn’t destroy the sea of fire!

The flames continued to scorch their bodies, threatening to utterly engulf them!

"Mr. Yeager, please spare our lives. We shouldn’t have troubled you!"

"We beg Mr. Yeager for mercy, we won’t dare do it again!"

"Mr. Yeager, we were wrong, we truly realize our mistake!"

"Mr. Yeager, if you spare our lives, we are willing to be your slaves and servants!"

At this moment, Bruce Westmore and his companions were completely petrified, desperately pleading for mercy.

They now realized that their cultivation and strength were probably far inferior to this young man before them.

If this continued, they were certain to be burned alive.

"This... this can’t be true, right?! Four Martial Emperor realm experts are actually begging Mr. Yeager for mercy?!"

"Mr. Yeager is too strong. If they don’t beg for mercy now, they’re bound to die!"

"Mr. Yeager has only thrown a single punch and used two techniques, yet he has completely subdued four Martial Emperor realm experts. How terrifying is this!"

The disciples of Medicine God Valley exclaimed in shock, their admiration for Lionel Yeager reaching its peak.

Virgil Lautner, Ronald Johnston, and others were also dumbstruck, speechless.

Lily Tisdale, Bardon Bard, and Prajna Bates stared blankly at Lionel Yeager on the distant mountain peak.

They aspired to one day possess strength as formidable as Lionel Yeager’s.

"You’re submitting already?

I still have one move I haven’t used yet."

Lionel Yeager shook his head, then waved his right hand, dispersing the sea of fire.

When the flames had completely dissipated.

Everyone looked up.

They saw that dozens of mountains had been scorched black.

Everything in the mountains had been burned to charred remains.

Bruce Westmore, Ian Limbaugh, Jasper Chaplin, and Nathaniel Lee were kneeling atop the charred mountain, shaking all over.

Their beards and eyebrows were nearly burnt off, their skin largely carbonized, their bodies dyed red with blood, and blood from their mouths unceasingly gushed forth.

Gone was their once haughty demeanor, replaced by a pitiable sight.

Lionel Yeager stepped forward, crossing hundreds of meters in a single bound, reaching the mountain peak where Bruce Westmore and the others were.

The quivers of Bruce Westmore and his companions grew even more violent.

They hurriedly buried their heads, not daring to look directly into Lionel Yeager’s eyes.

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