The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 879 Kill Without Amnesty
When Zhong He was pushed away, he felt a strong wind blowing across his face, blurring his vision, and then the smell of blood hit his nostrils.

When he came to his senses, Huang Dihou was still stuck in place, his upper body split open, like a half-split piece of wood.

Huang Dihou's upper body was divided into two halves, his arms were hanging, his head was tilted, his eyes were looking blankly ahead, and he slowly fell down in the mist of blood sprayed randomly.

At the last moment when his consciousness lingered, the only thought that flashed through his mind was: No matter what, I won the bet this time. I will laugh at my brother when I see him later...

"brush--"

The black gold boomerang that split the thick yellow ground quickly turned around and flew towards Zhong Hyuk.

"Boom-"

Zhong Hyuk reactivated [Phantom] to arm his body, and the boomerang hit his chest, knocking him away seven or eight meters, but failed to split his body.

"One Fire Tyrant! Rogue!"

Aiman, who came to support, caught the boomerang with one hand and rushed towards the bodies of Yihuo Ba and the Disciple. She took a quick look and knew that both of them could not be saved.

"Beast!" Aiman's eyes were blazing with fire, and he rushed towards Zhong He with a boomerang.

"Srustling—"

Zhong He quickly stood up with the help of the phantom, and a plane phantom emerged from the soles of his feet, rushing towards Aiman ​​close to the ground.

When the black shadow approached Aiman, he suddenly "stands up" from the ground, turned into a burly shadow soldier holding a giant ax, and swung a blow at Aiman.

Aiman ​​was shocked, raised his boomerang to block, and was blown several meters away with a "clang" sound.

Aiman ​​stumbled to his feet after landing, feeling shocked.

Zhong He lowered his head and stood not far away. All the phantoms on his body broke away and turned into countless black shadows, lingering around him.

He looked like a shadow demon from hell.

At this moment, Zhong He broke through level 7 [Phantom] and achieved a qualitative leap.

Before this, the phantom could not completely separate from its master, and its form was mainly presented in two dimensions, or "2.5 dimensions" at most.

Level 7 [Phantom] can completely separate from its owner and become three-dimensional, turning into a more independent shadow element. The lethality, sensitivity and strength of the shadow element are among the top among the elements.

The coward in Zhong Hyuk's heart has been trapped in a dark cabin. He has been looking for a way out, but he can't get out.

Now, he has no intention of going out or looking for the light anymore, so he will let that coward stay with the shadows and rot in the darkness forever.

At this moment, Zhong He only has one thought in his mind: revenge!

To whom?

I don't know, it doesn't matter.

"Army of Shadows!" Zhong He shouted.

"Srustling—"

In an instant, the black shadow aura transformed into eighteen shadow warriors, blocking Zhong He.

They have different body shapes, tall, short, fat and thin. They are all wearing armor, like soldiers from ancient times.

Some of them hold spears, some hold machetes, some hold axes, bolas, shields, bows and arrows... The shadow leader standing at the front is riding a majestic black horse of shadow, holding a long-handled machete. , overlooking Aiman ​​majestically and domineeringly.

Zhong Hyuk's eyes turned into pure black at this moment, without any details.

Aiman ​​was stunned.

At this moment, she remembered that Wu Se had repeatedly warned her before setting off that apart from Dou Hu, Gao Yang, and Wang Zikai, the most important thing to be careful about was her old colleague Zhong He. [Phantom] was a talent second only to the top twelve talents. It cannot be overemphasized.

Zhong He raised his head, looked at Aiman ​​with his pure black eyes, and gave orders to his army. He opened his lips lightly and uttered three syllables:
"Kill without mercy."

"Whoosh-"

Eighteen shadow warriors rushed towards Aiman, as fast as a black wind.Aiman ​​knew very well that she had no time to escape. She braced herself and set up her boomerang to block. She first blocked a flying shadow arrow. As soon as she was distracted, a shadow warrior with the image of an assassin holding a short blade had appeared. Above her head, she barely blocked again, but her movements were actually half a beat too slow.

Next are warriors holding axes, warriors holding spears, warriors holding meteor hammers, warriors holding swords... In fact, they are not only lethal weapons, their bodies are composed of phantoms, themselves It was also lethal, and Aiman ​​didn’t know how to parry it.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The messy, freehand, and cold shadow warrior, like eighteen vigorous calligraphy characters, turned into black wind and "blown" towards Aiman.

Aiman ​​retreated continuously in the continuous black wind.

"brush--"

After the attack, the shadow warriors quickly merged into one, transformed back into a phantom element, and flew back into Zhong He's body, fully armed with a faint black aura lingering around him.

Zhong He's breathing quickened and he used the ultimate move of Level 7 [Phantom] for the first time. It consumed a huge amount of energy. He stopped attacking and concentrated on sorting out the more subtle and complex energy paths in his body.

Not far away, Aiman ​​stayed where he was, his pupils widened and his expression subtle.

"Dang bang."

The boomerang fell from her hand.

"Zi-"

A second later, countless blood lines exploded from Aiman's body, blood spurted out crazily, and her body was almost "dismembered". Due to the characteristics of the phantom, it was more like she was penetrated by countless thin threads, so she could barely maintain herself. The body is intact and not broken into countless pieces.

"Aiman!"

Wu Se found an opportunity and rushed over to support, but was still a step too late.

"Hold on!"

She knelt next to Aiman, took out Potion C and stabbed it into Aiman's bloody chest. It didn't look like it was stabbed into flesh at all, but like it was stuck into cotton.

Useless.

Aiman ​​was bleeding from every part of his body, like a piece of completely dry soil that couldn't retain any moisture.

Aiman ​​looked at Wu Color in front of him and tried to open and close his mouth, but he could only make a strange sound of leaking air.

Wu Shi understood Aiman's last words through his lips.

"I've made appointments with you many times...why don't you come to my store to play...are you so...afraid of me?"

After Aiman ​​finished speaking, he tried to raise the corners of his mouth and show a "bad smile", but failed.

She tilted her head and died.

"No, no, no no no no no..."

Wu Se held the limp corpse of her companion tightly in her arms. This was not the first time she had experienced the sacrifice of a teammate, nor was it the first time she had experienced the death of someone close to her.

But this time, she was at a loss for words to say anything else.

"Do not……"

"Do not……"

"Do not."

A few seconds later, Wu Se put down Aiman's body and stopped repeating like a fool.

The woman's pale and dull face slowly turned ferocious, with angry lines engraved on it, and her wet red eyes seemed to be quenched.

"U-"

Powerful energy ripples spread out with Colorless as the center, and [Petrified] broke through level 7!
At the same time, without hesitation, Wu Color turned the ring and injected [Equal Exchange] 2x ability enhancement potion into Wu Color's body.

——The Curse of the Red Snake!
(End of this chapter)