Barrett Walker no longer felt the presence of his body, continuously spitting blood from his mouth. He was in a transformed state! The consecutive blows had seemingly shattered all the organs in his chest. He longed to lie down and rest, but the thought of never succumbing to the gravity, even after being multiplied many times over in his transformed state, compelled him to rise from the ground, gripping the sword of life and death firmly.

"Hmm! You can still stand up!" The birdman was clearly astonished. In his mind, no human, whether a general or lower, had the qualification to challenge him. A general could be taken down with one kick, and those of higher rank would not exceed a dozen strikes. Barrett Walker had received numerous kicks from him, likely shattering all his organs, yet there he stood.

"Pah! Have you not eaten, birdman? Have you exhausted your strength on women? Come at me again!" If Benjamin Black were here, he would surely turn and walk away. Here comes the delaying tactics. However, it was evident that his pride had been stung by Barrett Walker's words. This was the first time he had failed after attacking, and he drew a deep breath, appearing even calmer, which only those who knew him would recognize as a sign of mounting anger.

"Good! Very good!" The word had just escaped his lips, and in the blink of an eye, the two men were dozens of meters apart, and he had disappeared.

Barrett Walker felt his eyes blur as if a sharp and unstoppable sword was thrusting toward him. It was a strange sensation, yet undeniably real. He struggled to raise his sword to defend, but with a muffled thud, he was sent flying again, while the birdman maintained his attacking stance, with a hand as sharp as a sword and a powerful air current, sharper than any blade.

The birdman looked at Barrett Walker in astonishment once again, as only a few drops of blood were visible on his hand. Evidently, the hand strike did not break through Barrett Walker's body, yet he rose once more, mocking his opponent. He was close to madness, suspecting that something was wrong with his nerves, as Barrett Walker was repeatedly knocked down and rose again.

"Haha! Haha! You are truly useless!" Barrett Walker wanted to laugh out loud, but even speaking became a struggle. This man was extremely arrogant, only hitting him in the chest and nowhere else. Even Barrett Walker himself had lost count of how many times he had risen to mock his opponent.

Suddenly, instead of sending Barrett Walker flying, the birdman stood quietly. Although the sky was on the verge of turning dark, it suddenly became even darker, and Barrett Walker sensed something strange around him. A deeply oppressive feeling surged, and as he looked at the rapidly darkening sky and the clouds rolling in, he could soon hear thunder. His face turned pale. Could these people control the weather and thunder as well?

"Go to hell!" Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and with a shout, a rolling thunder descended from the sky. The earth-shattering thunder scared Barrett Walker, and he saw the birdman take out a small hammer and a thunderbolt, raising the hammer high and drawing the thunder into it, before striking with all the power of the heavens.

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Before Barrett Walker could escape, the thunder struck him, and in an instant, he lost consciousness, as if he had smelled the savory scent of braised pork just before passing out.

"Hmph! Not even dying from this. You are defying fate." As he put away the thunder hammer, the dark clouds in the sky did not dissipate, and the thunder grew louder. Pea-sized raindrops fell, and he walked over to Barrett Walker, giving him a kick. Barrett Walker's huge body, still emitting smoke, remained motionless, just like a dead pig. This was the power of thunder.

Bang! Suddenly, a gunshot rang out in the distance. He turned abruptly and grabbed the bullet fired from the gun in his hand. "Hmph! Overestimating yourself."

"Go to hell!" Barrett Walker suddenly jumped up, grabbing his wings with his large hand and swinging the sword of life and death towards his other wing, severing it. A rush of golden blood sprayed onto his chest, feeling hot and painful, yet instinct told him that this blood was invigorating. Barrett didn't hesitate, wrapping his legs around the other's waist and sinking his teeth into the snowy white neck, greedily drinking his blood.

At this critical moment, Barrett had clearly overcome his faintness. He didn't know when, but perhaps it was after taking his revenge. He had never imagined resorting to such extreme methods, but today, it was a matter of life and death. Of course, someone else had to die, and he had to live.

The bird-man had underestimated him. He never expected that someone he saw as insignificant could launch a vigorous counterattack after being struck by divine lightning. Sensing the pain throughout his body, which he hadn't felt in many years, perhaps hundreds or thousands of years, he struggled to move, but Barrett's enormous brute strength, after his transformation, immobilized him. As his blood rapidly flowed out, his strength waned, and his vision began to blur. He saw the golden gates in the sky slowly opening towards him. Father God, was it you coming to take me back into your embrace?

Benjamin Blake hurried over and, observing Barrett's ferocious appearance as he bit the bird-man's neck and drank his blood, resembling a wild beast, asked urgently, "Is it serious?"

Barrett did not respond to Benjamin, fiercely biting his neck and emitting a low roar. At this moment, he was no different from a wild beast.

Benjamin saw how severely Barrett was injured and knew he had to shoot. If he couldn't eliminate this bird-man with one shot, death was inevitable. Yet, he still chose to shoot, not knowing why he did so. However, he did not expect his shot to be intercepted. At that moment, he felt as if he were facing death. Damn it! He was done for. Happiness came suddenly. Seeing Barrett in his current state, he didn't know what to do. He told Barrett, "The base is probably not far from here. I'll go get help. You stay here and don't run around."

Benjamin had no choice. With Barrett's large and severe injuries, he had to be treated quickly and couldn't afford to delay. He quickly found the direction and ran towards the inner courtyard.

The rain was getting heavier, yet Barrett still clung to the bird-man, even after his blood had run dry. He maintained his blood-sucking posture, and the blood around him was diluted by the rain, flowing through the dry grass, sprouting new shoots like magic.

Barrett only felt heat. After being struck by lightning, his mutated cells expanded and threatened to explode. Now, those cells and the golden blood flowing into his stomach felt like molten lava, burning his mind into a daze, leaving him with only instinct.

Fortunately, the blood quickly evaporated from his body, as if he had become a hot spring, constantly emitting steam.