Then destroy the world.

The paranoid words of this madman came out of his mouth, but they seemed extremely serious.

The blacksmith looked at Forty-Seven's calm expression, and suddenly a shudder came to his heart, followed by an inexplicable pity.

"Destroy this world?" Dancing Flame laughed, as if hearing a brilliant joke, "Do you really think you are invincible? You're just a monster that doesn't stand up to the entire empire right now!"

Forty-seven finally made a move, and he raised a hand and pointed it at the dancing flames in the flames.

"It's not about whether I'm invincible or not. Forty-seven said calmly that at this moment, the blacksmith finally saw the other party's eyes clearly, and they turned out to be black eyes and white pupils.

"Yes, I'm a monster, and since this world turns people into monster......s," Forty-Seven's fingertips began to faintly flow black as he pointed at Dancing Flame, "then it's at risk of being torn apart by monsters." ”

Forty-Seven's words were meaningless to Dancing Flame, and he didn't care what the enemy was saying.

"Die!" Dancing Flame roared, looking mad, as if he were the madman.

The pillar of fire turned into an arrow and swooped down on the enemy, spanning the short distance between the two sides in the blink of an eye.

The flames gradually turned blue and white, not only burning violently, but also spinning extremely fast in the air, the surrounding air was expanded by the heat, and a blazing wind rose out of thin air, and then was stirred by the spinning flames.

The blow encapsulated Dancing Flame's anger and fear.

The scene that had just been casually defeated was in front of him, and although Dancing Flame was not a hundred victories on the battlefield, it had never been so despised by others. No matter who the enemy is, Dancing Flame will be a strong enemy that cannot be ignored by the opponent.

What had just been casually defeated by Forty-Seven was not only his attack, but also his dignity, which Dancing Flame would never forgive.

The blacksmith knew that if he received a charged blow from the Dancing Flame, which seemed to melt even the space, he would definitely not survive, the flames of this temperature were enough to melt the metal, and the force of the impact was terrifying, and only by dodging until the strength of the Dancing Flame was exhausted could he have a glimmer of life.

But this flame offensive has been completed, and the speed is extremely fast, and it is not easy to dodge.

But Forty-Seven had no intention of dodging at all.

"As I said, your attack doesn't make sense. His hair was ruffled by the oncoming hot wind, and the firelight reflected on his face, and the lines of light and shadow danced continuously.

A black beam erupted from Forty-Seven's fingers, castrating faster than the flame. This black is very strange, as if it does not belong to this world, but the black left behind after penetrating the world, like the gap after a knife cuts a painting.

The black went towards the flames, and passed directly through them, and the flames suddenly rolled inward, swirling and shrinking around the black beams, and finally dissolved into nothingness, as if they had been sucked away by something, as if the piston of a bathtub full of water had been pulled out.

The black came to Dancing Flame in an instant, passed through his chest, did not stop for half a minute, seemed to just pass by randomly, and then disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared in this world.

But Dancing Flame had already felt the difference, and he slowly fell back to the ground, the flames on his body flickering and dimming, and finally disappeared, revealing his true appearance.

Dance Flame clutched his chest, his eyes widening slowly, and his expression seemed to be full of disbelief.

A two-finger-thick hole appeared in Dancing Flame's chest, straight through his body, revealing the flesh and the scene behind Dancing Flame. But Dancing Flame didn't bleed, it didn't hurt, as if it were born that way, and the hole was where it was.

Dancing Flame's heart was still beating, he could still feel the smell of the air with every breath, and he could hear the screams of people in the distance and the frantic honking of cars. But he knew something was different.

Dancing Flame could feel his life force gradually draining from the black hole in his chest, and Forty-Seven was like tearing open a hole in the bag containing Dancing Flame's life force, and then it was out of control.

"How are you, Dancing Flame!" Mr. Li was not far away, and the two of them were so sudden that she could only watch as she came but didn't have time to make any moves.

"I ...... There's a weird ......" Dancing Flame didn't know how to express how he felt right now, he felt like a bag full of water that had been punctured.

"Since you're not prepared to answer my question, there's no point in me keeping you. Forty-Seven said that he said these words casually in the face of the three most combat-ready Divine Beings in the Near-God Army, as if he were only facing three ants.

Mr. Li and the three of them knew, and the blacksmith also knew that the other party was not arrogant when he said this, and with the power he was showing now, he really wanted to kill if he wanted. What's even more terrifying is that the other party is still unscathed after defeating the three people, and how much of his strength is still hidden unknown, no one knows the four gods present.

"There is no answer to your question," Xuan Ling mocked, "we won't get what you want if you kill us, and even if you really destroy this world in the end, you will only be the last shadow, walking alone in your own memories in the destroyed world until you die." ”

"Destroying the world won't change everything that has happened, I know that. But ah......" Forty-Seven sighed, "that will calm my anger." ”

After he said this, he walked forward, his feet did not move, and the whole person moved forward like a ghost. The blacksmith looked fixedly, and the other party's feet were wrapped in darkness at some point, and it seemed that it was this darkness that carried him to move as he pleased.

The first target of the forty-seventh is Mr. Li.

Mr. Li knew that she couldn't run, like being targeted by a fierce beast, if she gave her back to the other party, she was afraid that she would die faster, she gritted her teeth, controlled the power with both hands, touched the space in front of her, and twisted everything in front of her. No matter how Forty-Seven attacked, she would be disrupted by the distorted space in front of her.

"Valid," Forty-Seven nodded in approval, noticing the distortion of the scene between him and Mister Lei, "but how long can you hold it out?"

Forty-Seven can never attack, but Mr. Rei can't defend forever, and when her strength is overdrawn, Forty-Seven can kill her with a stone.

Of course, Mr. Li also knows this, but she is already riding a tiger, and there is no second way.

At this moment, Forty-Seven's expression suddenly froze, and he lowered his head, realizing that his legs had somehow been covered by a thick layer of ice, and they were connected to the ground.

"Whew...... This is ......" The chill was too strong, and No. 47 spat out a puff of white gas, and he turned his head to look at Xuan Ling, whose eyes were faintly revealing white frost.

"You ......" Before Forty-Seven could finish speaking, the ice had already spread from his legs to his chest, covering his face in the blink of an eye, freezing his whole body in it.

"You two let's go, I'm too seriously injured, I'm afraid I can't save it, you have to bring the news back," black blood slowly flowed from the corner of Xuan Ling's mouth, "We need the Children of Light." ”