Sister is missing, black technology slaughters all races

Chapter 73: Rebirth with blood, unlimited explosions!
In an instant, the eyes of everyone in the world were attracted by a magnet, and they were all fixed on that shocking scene.
Everyone's mind was filled with endless shock, and all kinds of horrified words were squeezed out from different throats with difficulty.

At the same time, accompanied by bursts of hysterical screams.

“Ahhhhhh! Dead! Dead! Dead!”

"What...what is this?"

"It exploded? It really exploded! The big guy was beaten so badly that only his head was left!"

"What the hell! Can anyone tell me what happened just now? It's really too weird!"

"Oh, right, Lin Chen mentioned the word 'water drop' before he died! Could this be the name of the weapon?"

"Nimma! Such a beautiful name and such an explosive effect, what a lunatic."

"This is weird! This is really weird!"

"..."

At this moment, the whole world is like a boiling hot oil pan, frying people in panic.

The moment just now was like a nightmare, constantly circling in my mind.

The violent mental power swept through like a storm, and the flying blood mist and broken limbs fragments seemed to be firmly grasped by an invisible giant hand, quickly squeezed and condensed, which was weird and shocking.

However, before the old man could recover from his shock, the third wave of attack came like a violent storm.

A cold and dazzling silver light will cut through the sky like a ghost, smash the building walls, and hit you directly with accuracy and precision.

At this moment, on the top floor of the Star Building.

The body of the saint that had just been reshaped collapsed in an instant under the strong impact as soon as it was solidified, turning into miserable broken limbs and debris scattered all over the ground, like a shocking picture of death.

His words were filled with shock and fear that could not be concealed.

“Damn it! What the hell! What…what on earth is this?!”

Some people in the crowd could not bear the scene any more. Their hearts beat like a roller coaster. Their faces turned pale and they collapsed to the ground in extreme fear.

Then, a trembling voice was heard.

Every time the old man endured the heart-wrenching pain and struggled to put the scattered limbs and flesh together again.

In the following time, the suffocating attack rhythm suddenly accelerated, as if the ruthless god of death was precisely calculating every second.

Along with the sound, a cloud of red blood mist suddenly emerged again, dyeing the vision scarlet.

At this moment, he was pale, frightened, and gasping for breath.

"boom--"

A deafening roar exploded in the air, like a bolt from the blue, instantly breaking the silence.

As if in a dream, the old man reappeared unharmed.

There was no sign at all, and the speed was so fast that as soon as my intuition told me of the danger, the attack had already stopped quietly.

It's not that it's impossible to dodge in advance, but that it's simply too late.

His horrified eyes seemed as if he was still immersed in the horrific experience he had just had.

"Shh!"

A silver light flashed, and terrifying power poured out instantly, heavily hitting the old man's body that had just recovered.

The fragile balance was broken in an instant, accompanied by the dull sound of bones breaking and the wailing of flesh being torn.

The bald head was blown away again, and the rest of the body turned into a blood mist and broken limbs, interweaving and rolling in the air, which was both mournful and tragic.

This went on again and again, with the relentless blows coming like a tide, crushing the old man's stubborn resistance into pieces.

In the projection, only the hollow echoes and the diffuse blood mist were left, witnessing this extremely cruel life-and-death battle.

Or you can call it a crushing, that's also fine.

Perhaps, the old man had indeed caught a clue in his earlier intuitive insight. He had a premonition that once Lin Chen, the key card, was out of control, he would be met with endless crushing blows and excruciating torment.

However, the reality is far more ironic than imagined.

In fact, from beginning to end, Lin Chen's real body had never set foot on this battlefield. What was seen before was just a clone.

In other words, the chips that the old man thought he was holding tightly were actually just empty bubbles from beginning to end.

The tragic ending of this confrontation was quietly imprinted by fate.

It cannot be reversed, no one can escape.

... ten times... fifty times... a hundred times...

In just a few tens of seconds, the old man had suffered hundreds of devastating blows.

Every time it tried hard to reshape its body, before it could gain a firm foothold, it would be instantly blown into a bloody mist flying all over the sky.

There was no room to breathe, and nowhere to find an opportunity to fight back or escape.

The high-tech weapon called "Water Drop" is releasing terrifying power that makes people shudder.

In an almost crazy and never-stopping manner, it quickly shuttles through the air and ruthlessly crashes into the enemy.

It seemed that in its eyes, it would not stop until the old man was completely wiped out.

This brutal chase seems to have no end.

At this moment, the so-called "rebirth through blood" not only failed to bring vitality and hope, but instead became an abyss of endless pain.

That glimmer of hope seems to be within reach, but in fact it is far away.

Although it only took a breath of pause, the old man condensed his body and tried his best to break through the void.

You can escape into it and use the different dimensions to avoid this mysterious and deadly collision.

However, the reality is pressing on us step by step, leaving us no time to even take a breath.

The old man gritted his teeth and reshaped his broken body again and again. The process was like peeling off silk from an onion, gradually consuming his mental strength and blood.

Every time he is reborn, he seems to be struggling in a flame. His face becomes more and more distorted, flashing with endless madness and determination.

In those gradually changing eyes, there was a mixture of awe for unknown forces, indignation at the tricks of fate, and sorrow for one's own powerlessness.

Careful consideration was instantly overwhelmed by horror and fear.

The wave of fear is rising, and he is sinking into the abyss of despair.

Emotions are like a candle flame in the wind, flickering but always burning tenaciously.

When the 150th reorganization came to an end, the old man's movements slowed down noticeably.

The exhaustion that came from the depths of his soul was like a huge rock pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Every time I condense my physical body, it feels like trying to scoop the last drop of water from a dried-up well; it is painful and helpless.

During this life-and-death struggle, the old man also tried to find another way and temporarily put aside the reconstruction of his body.

Instead, he faced the seemingly insignificant "drop of water" with his spiritual power as vast as the ocean.

But when he mobilized all his mind, turned this invisible force into a sharp sword, and stabbed at the "water drop" that had troubled him for a long time.

But the reality is even more despairing.

That is the 100% reflection of mental power that Lin Chen mentioned earlier. It is not just bragging, but a cold, hard fact.

No matter how strong the mental impact is, the "water drop" always remains calm.

It didn't cause even a ripple, nor did it cause any substantial harm.

It was like a breeze blowing across your face, with no sense of existence.

(End of this chapter)