Through the uniform and the dense fog, Mu Fei vaguely saw the figure in front of him, and from the figure of the person, it should be undoubtedly envious.

The fog was so thick that it was impossible to see the face of the other side even when you were close. Mu Fei couldn't help frowning.

There was a tingling pain in his back, and Mu Fei knew that the subdu's defense was almost at its limit.

He hurriedly dragged Sal forward and ran a few steps forward.

The figure in front of him was still there, motionless, not at all closed the distance because of his own running.

After running a few more steps, Mu Fei stopped.

He had noticed the problem.

Tianxian's figure did not move, but he always maintained a distance of a few steps from them, and no matter how he ran, this distance did not shorten.

In retrospect, the area of this ruin is not very large, and according to his own way of running, he should have run out a long time ago.

Trapped.

The fog didn't want them to get out.

Want to trap them here? Hehe, I guess it's too much to underestimate the hunter.

Mu Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, and his black and red left eye flashed with a fierce color.

"Thrall." Mu Fei said lightly, he didn't care whether the other party could understand what he said, and whether the other party was willing to do what he said, but then, he didn't have the kung fu to blindly protect this kid.

When Sal heard Mu Fei call his name, he raised his head, his fair and handsome face was covered with blood, and his blue eyes were clear.

"Follow my example and wrap yourself in your uniform to reduce the erosion of the fog." Mu Fei explained lightly, "Be careful." Protect yourself. ”

After Mu Fei finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled up the other party's uniform. Cover Saar's head. Then, without waiting for the other to respond, he lifted his uniform from Sal's body, took it off completely, and then put a lid on his body, holding the dark light in his hand, and turned around, facing the depths of the thick fog.

He didn't notice the expression on Sal's uniformed face behind him, dazed and shocked, with a touch of sadness.

Sal remembered something. Painful memories buried deep inside him.

He remembered what Teacher Tulayan had said to himself at the end of the battle.

"Sal, calm down! Listen to me, from now on, you have to protect yourself. ”

"Sal, you have to remember ......"

After Mu Fei finished explaining, he didn't look at Sal behind him, and completely focused his attention on the enemy in front of him.

They are hunters, and this time they came out on a mission. He is not Sal's master, let alone Sal's protector, and he may be able to help that kid at a critical time. But let him take care of Sal the whole time, he doesn't have this kind of ability.

Tingling all over my body. He knew that the fog had seeped into his clothes and was beginning to eat away at the skin all over his body.

Enduring the pain, Mu Fei calmed down.

He knew that the prototype of the weapon was similar to the demon, and the nemesis was the demon hunting weapon in the hands of the hunter.

To be honest, Mu Fei has always found this phenomenon quite strange and full of irony. Does this mean that the weapon archetype is something of the same origin as the demon? It's not like he hasn't thought about this kind of question, but he doesn't dwell on questions like this that he can't think of an answer to.

The more entangled, the more you will fall into the trap of thought.

Combined with the experience of the previous time, Mu Fei knew that the attack of the weapon was effective for the demon prototype, but he could not attack indiscriminately without purpose, and he had to find an important point of attack.

The fog in front of him that is diffused throughout the ruins, the effect of a casual attack should not be large, it will only waste his energy in vain, and it will also create a hole in the fog that can be drilled.

Mu Fei focused his mind on his left eye, but he did not use the previous "see-through" vision. That vision is useful, but it's very depleted. Moreover, Mu Fei found that that the kind of "perspective" can only see real objects, and if you want to see more "things", you must pay more mental power.

What he was looking for now was not something tangible, but an aggregate of energy.

Mu Fei didn't know what kind of scenery he would see when he put all his mental power into that "perspective" vision, but he couldn't do that now.

There is a battle next, if all the mental power is exhausted, what will happen to the next battle?

His left eye could see the black qi produced by the demon, which was exactly what the demon's energy was concentrating. Since the weapon archetype has similar characteristics to demons, it is presumable that the left eye will react to them as well.

As expected, Mu Fei. After concentrating, the vision of the left eye slowly changed.

The black-and-white sight is a bit like the film of an old-fashioned camera, only black and white. However, after concentrating on it, Mu Fei noticed that some light spots appeared in the gray fog.

These flares are like reflections of light, and they have no regularity, but only change slowly with the flow of fog.

However, the number of these light spots is a bit large, and it is not what Mu Fei is looking for.

He will pay more attention.

The black and white of the left eye gradually overshadowed the colored vision on the right, like the waves of the shore, spreading softly but quickly towards the sand, eroding the dry golden sand.

The brightness of the spot gradually dimmed, and although it was still bright compared to the gray fog around it, it was not as striking as before.

Part of the light spot, there is a change.

The bright colors dimmed, but in the center of some of the spots of light there was a wonderful scene.

The dim red light was flowing slowly. Like the center of the scorching sun, it blends with light and shadow to form a kind of strange and ever-changing spot like a rainbow.

Mu Fei understood that these were the energy gathering points of this acid mist.

At this time, Mu Fei's whole body was festering little by little due to the erosion of the acid mist, and the bright red blood was like beads of sweat, slowly overflowing on his skin and gathering into a stream.

The pain was almost unbearable.

However, the most painful part is the face, which is not protected by clothing, and is only covered by a uniform that is carried over the head, and the cheeks are almost completely exposed to the mist. With the breath, the mist invades the nasal cavity and passes into the lungs, and each inhale becomes a form of torture.

The pain in both eyes is not open at all, and the left eye is especially stinging. Mu Fei felt that if this continued, his eyeballs would melt first.

There is no time to delay.

There were three spots of light that produced the change, and he couldn't tell which one was the main point, and if he continued to observe, he might be able to see it, but the time was limited.

Mu Fei held the dark light in his hand, and quickly rushed out, heading straight for the spot of light closest to him.

The black blade of the dark light slammed into the center of the flowing spot of light.

Like the center of a black hole, not even light can escape its gravitational pull. (To be continued.) )