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Chapter 237 The Demon Blade Backlash, Thor Goes Mad

Chen Yifan's fingertip made a light, sweeping gesture in the air.

The movement was extremely light.

It's like plucking a wisp of air.

On the battlefield, however, an invisible force exploded inside the demonic blade in Thor's hand.

The blood-red longsword, which was already eerily bright, suddenly shone even brighter.

It was not a pure burst of power.

It is a crimson color twisted to the extreme.

In the midst of it, countless wailing faces could be vaguely seen, struggling to emerge amidst the blood and light.

Thor is having a heated exchange with the leader of the South American chapter.

The air vibrated with each clash between the alloy spear and the warhammer in his hand.

The South American team leader launched a cunning offensive, pressing forward relentlessly.

Thor remained as steady as a mountain, retaliating with overwhelming force.

However, just as he swung his demonic blade, preparing to slash at his opponent's neck...

A fierce backlash surged from the hilt of the sword, instantly rushing into his arm and straight to his brain.

"Hmm!"

Thor grunted.

The action came to an abrupt halt.

His body trembled violently.

The blood-red light emanating from the demonic blade in his hand almost engulfed him entirely.

The resentment he had forcibly suppressed within the knife erupted like a torrent.

It tore at, it eroded, it frantically devoured Thor's will.

Thor felt countless negative emotions, like a whirlpool of abyss, suddenly engulfing him.

anger.

despair.

kill.

Those wailing faces twisted before his eyes, whispering the temptation of destruction.

The South American team leader keenly noticed Thor's unusual behavior.

He seized the opportunity.

The alloy spear, accompanied by a whistling wind, pierced straight at Thor's chest.

Thor's eyes became bloodshot.

He dodged the fatal blow by sidestepping, relying on his fighting instincts.

But the spear still tore a deep, bone-revealing wound in his shoulder.

Lightning and blood mingled and splattered.

"Get out of here!"

Thor let out a beast-like roar.

His voice was hoarse and distorted, lacking its former majestic magnetism.

Raging Thunder.

He haphazardly hurled the ball at the South American team leader.

The South American team leader's expression changed drastically.

This attack was even more powerful than the previous one.

However, it lacks precision and control.

Instead, there was pure destruction.

He had nowhere to avoid it, so he could only parry with his spear.

"boom!"

The immense impact sent the South American team leader, spear and all, flying through the air.

He plowed a long furrow in the ground.

He vomited blood.

Struggling to get up, he discovered that his arm was almost dislocated.

Thor did not press his advantage.

He gripped the demonic blade tightly with both hands.

His body trembled violently, and his veins bulged.

The knife seemed to be an extension of him.

It also seemed to be tearing him apart.

His pupils were completely covered in blood.

There was no trace of reason left in them.

"Kill...kill...kill!!!"

He roared.

The voice no longer refers to a specific enemy.

Rather, it was pure, indiscriminate killing intent.

He turned around abruptly.

The demonic blade, carrying a surge of bloody light, swept out horizontally.

The first to be affected were the two professionals in his own team.

They tried to get closer, wanting to ask Thor about his situation.

But it was cut in two by this sudden attack.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Internal organs overflowing.

"Boss!"

Caitlin's scream echoed across the battlefield.

She and her teammates watched in horror.

They couldn't understand why their leader would suddenly turn against his comrades.

But Thor could no longer hear anything.

All that remained in his mind was the command to kill.

And the whispers of countless vengeful spirits within that demonic blade.

He transformed into a streak of crimson lightning.

It rampaged through the ruins.

Whether it's the professionals from the South American branch or his own teammates.

Anyone who comes into his field of vision becomes his target.

This was a truly indiscriminate massacre.

The South American team was still shocked by Thor's strange transformation.

Then he was secretly pleased.

They thought this was an opportunity to retaliate.

But they only realized it when Thor's attack landed on them.

This is not an opportunity.

Instead, it is hell descending.

Their team members were struck and shattered one by one by the violent lightning.

Torn apart by the blood-red blade light.

Even the finest equipment is as fragile as rotten wood in the face of absolute power.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Ignoring his injuries, the South American team leader roared at the top of his lungs.

He finally understood.

This "Thor" has completely spiraled out of control.

It turned into a machine that only knew how to kill.

If they don't retreat now, their entire army will be wiped out.

But how difficult it was to retreat under Thor's ferocious offensive!

He is extremely fast.

Unparalleled power.

Every move he makes carries a devastating power.

Bloody.

Severed limbs.

It quickly covered the entire battlefield.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

And the smell of burning.

Chen Yifan hid in the shadows of the bank lobby.

He observed all of this quietly.

His expression was calm.

There was not a ripple.

"Fanzi..."

Wang Fugui's voice came through the communicator.

He was visibly trembling and terrified.

Lin Xiaoyu used plant sensors to transmit everything on the battlefield to him in real time.

"Thor... Thor has gone mad! He's even killing his own people!"

"good!"

Chen Yifan's voice came through the communicator, calm and steady as ever.

He understood.

This is part of the plan.

That demonic blade was no ordinary object.

The greater the power, the more severe the backlash.

Thor's mental strength was insufficient, and he was stimulated by resentment, so it was inevitable that he would lose control.

Furthermore, although Thor is strong, his willpower and mental strength are ultimately no match for this evil force.

He was able to wield this sword not only because his mental strength far surpassed that of ordinary magic-based professionals.

Furthermore, after venturing into unorthodox paths, his spiritual power underwent another transformation.

Therefore, they are able to withstand any backlash.

It can even suppress them and make them work for it.

But Thor is different.

Although his talent is the domineering power of thunder, he is ultimately a warrior.

Mental strength is relatively weak.

If he hadn't made prior arrangements, he probably would have been controlled the moment he got his hands on the demonic blade.

"Then... what do we do now?" Wang Fugui asked, somewhat bewildered.

The original plan was for the two tigers to fight each other, and then the reaping of the benefits.

In his mind, however, it was now a mad beast, slaughtering indiscriminately.

Chen Yifan's gaze pierced through the void and locked onto the berserk Thor.

He can feel it.

Thor's power, though out of control, grew ever stronger.

However, its energy fluctuations have become abnormally chaotic and are being rapidly depleted.

"wait."

Chen Yifan spoke softly.

His tone conveyed an air of absolute control.

"Wait until he's completely exhausted."

He understands.

This state of frenzy cannot last.

The explosion of power comes at the cost of burning life force at an even faster speed.

Thor is overdrawing everything he has.

When the flames went out.

That will be the time for him to reap the rewards.

A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of Chen Yifan's mouth.

This game.

It's time to end this.