Chapter 568: Chapter 568: Crisis!
 

Hm!?

White Mitchell looked at his shattered plaque in disbelief, his gaze gravely fixed on George.

He had a backup plan?

White Mitchell had to start taking this seriously.

Indeed, this Forbidden Land was fraught with peril.

He had assumed that once he neutralized the Spiritual Artifact in George’s hands, he could easily crush George.

But unexpectedly, George had retained an ace up his sleeve.

However, it was clear that the cost of deploying this ace in the hole would be severe.

Otherwise, George wouldn’t have waited until he was in mortal danger to use it.

Apparently, George was ready for a desperate fight!

There’s a saying, don’t drive a desperate foe to extremes; a cornered bunny will bite.

A rabid dog driven into a corner is often the most frightening.

Therefore, White Mitchell took the situation seriously.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!!!” George, his eyes bloodshot, repeated the word ‘kill’ as though he had been possessed by a puppet.

Besides, George’s aura at this moment was extremely peculiar.

As if he had made a pact with the devil, he exuded a horrifying scent of death from every inch of his body.

Just one look was enough to feel as if one was in Hell, surrounded by ferocious ghosts, creating a terrifying scene.

Seeing this, White Mitchell couldn’t afford to take things lightly and swiftly distanced himself from George.

But just as he moved, George also began to move.

To make matters worse, George’s speed had risen dramatically, and in an instant, he appeared behind White Mitchell.

Ssss!

White Mitchell’s eyes grew cold as he felt a chilling sensation spread across his back.

Damn!

Realizing something was wrong, White Mitchell quickly conjured a rolling maneuver.

Luckily, he had acted promptly. The place where he had originally stood was smashed into a deep pit by George’s punch once he had moved away.

A loud thud echoed, the ground crushed by George’s bare hands into a dreadful pit.

Not just that, a wave of potent energy surged from the edge of the pit.

Merely the aftershock sent waves through White Mitchell’s life force.

“What terrifying power. George’s strength now can rival that of an Innate Fourth Stage master!” White Mitchell assessed, his expression grave.

However, George gave no room for him to take a breath, advancing again to attack White Mitchell.

Knowing he couldn’t directly confront George, White Mitchell instinctively backed up a few steps.

However, George’s onslaught was incredibly fierce, one punch after another, seemingly tireless.

Moreover, George now resembled an emotionless machine, numb to pain, only knowing slaughter.

His fists slammed on the ground, against the wall, on broken blades and swords. Even when his bones were exposed, he didn’t stop.

This showed that after awakening that power, it wasn’t George controlling his body. Instead, his body was overtaken by that strange power.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!” From beginning to end, George only uttered the word ‘kill’.

However, it has to be said that even though it wasn’t George controlling his movements, his attacks became even more ferocious, possessing an even more immense threat.

Gradually, White Mitchell began to lose ground, feeling a bit overwhelmed.