"How long can I last now?" asked in a deep voice, leaning against the wall, leaning against the dense bullets.

"A maximum of an hour." The guard whispered.

Hearing this, Fang Block couldn't help but look at Fang Ark standing outside, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Now we can only fight."

As he said that, he estimated the distance from his ark, and suddenly turned over and jumped out of the window. When everyone was not aware of it, he used his supernatural power to flash and teleported directly behind the ark.

"Don't move!" he growled.

Seeing that Fang Ark was being held hostage, everyone looked at each other for a moment before sweeping over with weapons without hesitation.

Before the block could react, he was shot a few times, and the ark blocking in front of him also let out a muffled groan.

Looking at these people who didn't care about the life and death of the Ark, Fang Chu only felt a chill in his heart.

"Didn't you tell me about it before?" He smiled with a pale face. Fang Ark avoided the attacks of several people, and pounded the elbow on the chest with his hand. Just as he was holding the dagger and was about to use his killer move, the cube flashed and disappeared in front of him.

"This method is useless to us." Looking sideways at the wall where the square is avoiding, Fang Ark's feet are a little weak. He took a step back and sat under the guardrail next to the roof. "You bastards are really shooting at me!"

"We have avoided your vital points." An Ze came over to help Fang Ark treat the wound. Looking at the blood stains on his hands, there was even a faint look of love between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Ark, are you okay?" Yang Tianzong rushed to Fang Ark and asked with the cover of the railing.

"Fortunately, I am a psychic, and this injury will heal soon." Fang Zhou coughed and smiled pale, "It would be great if the Drunken Emperor was here."

Hearing this, Yang Tianzong's expression became dark. In his eyes, Emperor Zui was actually a very powerful person, but he didn't expect to be here.

Thinking of this in his heart, he looked up at Zui Wuye's corpse, but his eyes instantly condensed together.

"Where is the body of the Drunken Emperor?" he asked in shock, "Are you there just now?"

Perhaps because Yang Tianzong's tremolo was extremely strange at this time, Fang Zhou couldn't help but get up and look in the direction of Zui Wuye's corpse, but saw nothing.

"Are you being pressed down?" He scratched his head, feeling a little surprised, "The Drunken Emperor's head was half blown just now. It's impossible for him to be alive, even a healing psychic person."

"But that corpse did disappear." An Ze's eyes were full of interest. He opened his eyes wide and swept back and forth on the corpses on the ground, nodding with certainty, "It's true that the body of the Drunken Emperor is gone."

"I guess someone took it away." Fang Ark withdrew his gaze and leaned against the guardrail, "No matter where his body is going, we will deal with these guys first."

An Ze nodded, pulled Yang Tianzong, who was still in a daze, and continued to join the battle, putting pressure on Fang and the others.

But soon they found that the attack of the square had slowed down significantly, and they stopped at the back, with only the dark muzzle against the wall, indicating that there were still people guarding it here and there.

"What's the situation?" Yang Tianzong asked with some confusion when he looked at An Ze who was touching his chin. He wiped the beads of sweat dripping from his chin and coughed twice by saliva.

"I don't know." An Ze shook his head. He looked at Fang Ark, who was still sitting in front of the guardrail, and lowered his eyes quietly and said, "Let's watch the change."

So the people on the block stopped, and the people from the Wandering Alliance put away their guns, as if they were stupid enough to not shoot themselves and never take action.

At this time, the square was not that she didn't want to shoot, but that she was unable to move.

He grabbed his arm strangled around his neck with difficulty and rubbed his feet against the ground. Everyone could even see his struggling toes from his upper.

Fang Dun's subordinates were not as cold-blooded as the You Alliance. Seeing Fang Dun being held hostage, they all widened their eyes, and were so scared that they didn't even dare to move.

But at this moment, what they feared was not the arms strangled under the square neck, but Zui Wuye standing behind him.

At this time, Zui Wuye's head was gone, and his body was covered with muzzles of all sizes. Some wounds continued to splash blood as he tried.

"How could you be alive?" Zui Wuye looked at this man who was neither human nor ghost in horror, and even suspected that he had become a zombie.

"Oh, it's really terrible." Zui Wuye was only half of his mouth left at this time. He spoke with his leaking tongue with difficulty, his voice was broken so hard that it was almost impossible to hear clearly.

One of his eyes turned, and one of his head quickly began to return to its original state. In the blink of an eye, his head returned to its original state. The biggest difference from before was that he had not even half of his hair on his left half of his head.

"Tell you good news." Holding the gun that was taken from the hand of the square, Zui Wuye pointed at the square's head and said with a clear smile, "For your blessing, I seem to have advanced to level 3."

The third-level healing psychic has never appeared in this end of the world. At least among the news that everyone can get, Zui Wuye is the only third-level healing psychic.

Everyone looked at the man who could survive even if his head was blown up. The gun in his hand was almost unable to hold it and fell to the ground.

"Is it so lucky?" He smiled and strangled the square neck, as if he was hugging a huge plush toy. "I almost died. If I don't lie to you, I'm really almost there."

"......Let me go!" The square obviously didn't like to be treated like a doll. He struggled hard, not even knowing that the shoes on his feet were kicked off.

"Ah, be good." Zui Wuye pounded his head with a gun and said with a smile, "Don't move around, I don't guarantee that you can survive like me after you explode your head."

Feeling the cold muzzle pointed at his temple, the square throat rolled twice uncontrollably, and even breathing became more and more laborious.

"You are so good." Seeing that Fang Du was really not struggling, Zui Wuye couldn't help but smile, "If you don't move, don't move."

As he said that, he moved his legs that had recovered from his original state twice, and stuck out his tongue and touched the square ear very gently.
Chapter completed!