With a slight movement of his five fingers, Zhao Yinshun suppressed his violent murderous intent and looked around quietly.

"This sinful city is all your accomplices, and everyone deserves to die. I originally wanted to take you back as coolies, but now I have changed my mind."

Withdrawing his gaze, Zhao Yinshun looked deeply into Wei Zikuo's scarlet eyes.

"I'm going to go on a killing spree!"

Buzz~

The figure in his sight suddenly disappeared without warning. Wei Zikuo's eyebrows suddenly trembled, and he subconsciously raised his knife to block it.

boom!

Incomprehensible strange power came from the tiger's mouth, and the back of the knife hit him hard. The terrifying power poured into his body without any fancy, and he was blown away like a discharged cannonball.

Wei Zikuo turned into a straight ray that penetrated the house, plowed a ravine hundreds of meters long in the ground, and finally bombarded a huge radial pit.

Wow~

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat. He didn't expect that the enemy was ten times more terrifying than he expected!

What speed is this?

What kind of strange power is this?

Most mythical warriors are not as perverted as him!

If it weren't for the difference in rank, which gave him life-level suppression and reduced damage by more than 30%, this single blow would have caused him severe damage!

But if you think about it from another angle, two levels of personal suppression can actually produce this kind of effect. How terrifying are the actual six-dimensional attributes of this kid?

Didn't he just turn sixteen?

This horse is sixteen years old?!

How on earth can one develop such a monster physique?

Is there no upper limit to his innate attributes?

The distracting thoughts in his mind were not gone, and there was another stinging pain between his eyebrows. Wei Zikuo's whole body was trembling, and he couldn't care about anything anymore.

"Hurry up, I won't be able to delay it for long!"

After sending the message, Wei Zikuo's bright red child suddenly shrank, and he threw the bloody long knife in his hand in a certain direction.

"Sea of ​​blood transforms into a god!"

The long knife suddenly disintegrated the moment it was released, and the tiny blade expanded into an overwhelming sea of ​​blood, swallowing up the white figure that was attacking in an instant.

But the next second, a big bag protruded from the rolling sea of ​​blood, twisting and squirming as if something terrifying was about to come out of it.

After feeling his body tremble for a while, Wei Zikuo spurted out a mouthful of blood again, frantically urging all the true energy in his body to pour into the sea of ​​blood.

What kind of monster is this?

Even the sea of ​​blood that freed millions of people could not hold him back!

The bulge in the sea of ​​​​blood is getting bigger and bigger, and the dull golden light shines through it, as if there is a sun expanding inside.

Feeling that the stored blood essence was being evaporated and consumed, Wei Zikuo couldn't care less about his heartache and could only frantically overdraw his energy to strengthen the restriction of the blood sea.

However, not long after, a dull roar came from the depths of the earth's mantle, as if an eggshell was cracking, bright golden light penetrated the shield, and a pair of majestic golden hands penetrated the sea of ​​blood and brutally tore it open.

Roar!

Seeing the towering gilded giant swelling in front of his eyes, Wei Zikuo's mouth was filled with black blood, his facial features were distorted, and his eyebrows and feet were twitching unnaturally.

[Vajra Indestructible Supernatural Power]?

Isn’t this thing lost?

Even if it is not lost, why does he dare to practice Buddhist magical skills at the same time?

Have you practiced to such a high level?

Isn't he afraid of conflict with [Dao Heart] and losing control of his mind?

Endless doubts flashed in his mind, but there was no time to think about it. Wei Zikuo knew that the most important question at this moment was only one, and that was how to delay enough time from the monster in front of him.

"Xue Man! Help me interfere..."

Turning around subconsciously, Wei Zi's eyes shrank and his scalp felt numb.

It turned out that Xue Man, who had evacuated to the outskirts of the battlefield, now had a hideous and twisted face, with gurgling blood oozing out of his seven orifices, and he was staring at the enemy not far away.

Only then did Wei Zikuo suddenly realize that he had already taken action with all his strength!

But what followed was deeper fear and doubt.

Did the enemy fight against Sherman on the spiritual level and at the same time destroy me on the material level?

Is this possible?

Even if the warrior is physically strong, why can the soul compete with the sixth-level direct descendant of the [Demon of Desire Sect]?

Although the secret method of [Demon of Desire Sect] is not as obvious as the restraint of martial arts by [Inner Demon Sect], it is difficult for the geniuses of the same level to compete, let alone the enemy who is two levels lower than them!

Under the amplification effect of rank suppression, even if Sherman cannot easily distort his mind, he should at least be able to cause effective interference, right?

Why can't I feel even the slightest hesitation or obscurity from the enemy?

"…………"

Is this guy playing me?
Chapter completed!