Under the high concentration of his mind, the pupil of Mu Fei's left eye was bright red, as if he was about to drip blood.

Hua Wuyang was used to Mu Fei's eyes, and he didn't feel anything, but the staff with the charm next to him were all frightened by this scene.

They all knew Mu Fei, and several of them had dealt with Mu Fei in the guild, but they had never seen a human whose eyes became like those of demons. Seeing the strange left eye at this time, they couldn't help but feel a shiver and chill in their hearts.

The staff looked at each other, and they all saw confusion and surprise on each other's faces.

"Seriously, the hunters are desperate." President D's voice suddenly rang out, and his voice was calm with a special magnetism, which quickly calmed the turmoil in their hearts.

Indeed, as the chairman said, the two elite hunters are fighting desperately, and at this time, even if there is any mutation in their appearance, it doesn't matter. Their duty is to assist the hunters, and there must be no distractions in the midst of such a desperate battle.

Everyone gathered their spirits and raised the spell in their hands high, forming a transparent barrier that confined the battlefield to this narrow corridor.

Mu Fei didn't notice the subtle changes in the movements and attitudes of the staff on both sides, not only him, but Hua Wuyang also didn't notice these things. All of their attention was now focused on the fast-paced yellow balls in the hallway.

Hua Wuyang knows very well that it is not easy to capture the movements of those yellow balls, and he must be extremely focused, and the slightest distraction will be wasted. So Mu Fei can't be disturbed at this time. And his job is to remove all interference for Mu Fei.

These stumbling yellow balls do not have a set attack pattern. It looks like they're going to attack wherever they get bounced. And after such a period of observation, Hua Wuyang noticed some characteristics.

When these yellow balls hit the two of them, the impact force was very strong, and the sense of weight was comparable to that of a shot put. But when they hit something else, they seem to be a lot lighter. Hua Wuyang could see very clearly that when these yellow balls hit the wall, their body shape would change, and they would feel like soft erasers, and their round bodies would become flattened. Then it is like a spring that has been squeezed hard and pops out all at once, so it will not cause damage to walls, ceilings, etc.

This trait is similar to the usual nature of Demon Hunting weapons. The Demon Hunting Weapon in the hunter's hand is extremely sharp against demons, and it is the most lethal blade, which can cut off incoming enemies with a single blow. But other than that, when faced with other things, it becomes very dull, like a blunt knife that has never been bladed, and it takes back and forth force to cut it.

That's why, after all this time, the walls on both sides of the corridor haven't been scarred by these scurrying things.

A ball slammed into the two of them.

Originally, Hua Wuyang could directly use six paths to slash it up, but considering that his main task now was to help Mu Fei clear the interference. Frowning, he deflected the blade of the six paths at an angle, and faced the ball with a slightly inclined blade. The force of the impact caused the thing to change direction and fly off to the side.

Hua Wuyang relied on this method to block the ball that flew over, and only cut it up if he couldn't stop it, but also pay attention not to let the explosion get too close to Mu Fei, otherwise even if he wielded the six paths, he would not be able to resist the powerful air flow generated by the explosion.

Mu Fei was almost unaffected under the cover of Hua Wuyang.

The silvery-white trail is like the afterglow left by a meteor, intertwined into a web in front of Mu Fei's eyes, forming a huge painting with complex lines, which looks particularly beautiful against the gray background.

Mu Fei admired the painting in front of him, and of course he had not forgotten his purpose. Some of these interwoven rays of light are very bright, more striking than the others, and they last longer in the air.

Mu Fei knew that the balls corresponding to these lines were the target he was looking for.

His gaze followed those bright lines, as if the other party sensed his intentions, those lines changed more and more frequently, the speed of those spheres was increasing, the bright light became more and more, folding back and forth in mid-air, densely intersecting into chaotic threads.

Mu Fei's gaze also accelerated.

Eye fatigue increases.

Originally, it was very mental energy to turn the field of vision into complete black and white, and it was very consuming for Mu Fei himself, which was no better than that kind of "perspective" vision. In addition, he had to keep up with the speed of change of the other party and find the target he was looking for from a bunch of balls scurrying around, this burden was not only reflected in his visual ability, but also in the degree of depletion of Mu Fei's mental power.

Mu Fei also knew that Hua Wuyang was bearing a heavier burden than himself, and that guy's injuries had not healed, and the pain he endured was even worse than his own.

Mu Fei frowned, his eyes unblinked.

The surroundings of the line of sight gradually blurred, and the field of vision became narrower and narrower, which was a manifestation of visual fatigue, and it was also the effect of Mu Fei's high concentration of mental power.

In the center of his vision, the scene became clearer.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on a ball slightly smaller than a normal volleyball, and the large aperture of the bowl moved rapidly, and the light and shadow made it look like it was dragging a bright tail behind it.

Mu Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, his hand held the dark light, and rushed towards the target.

Mu Fei's movements were very sudden, and he rushed out directly without saying hello to Hua Wuyang beside him. However, Hua Wuyang didn't feel flustered at all, because he knew in his heart that Mu Fei had found his target.

The opponent's movement was extremely fast, and Mu Fei couldn't accurately tell the location of the target to his companions around him, so he could only shoot by himself.

However, there were other obstacles in his path.

Mu Fei ignored the flying balls, his sight at this time was only his own target, and everything else was blurry.

He raised his hand and used the dark light to wave away an oncoming shadow, and a "boom" explosion rang out, and he slid sideways for some distance due to the impact of the explosion.

Ignoring the pain caused by the impact, Mu Fei turned his feet and continued to rush towards the target.

Hua Wuyang followed closely behind, perfectly performing the duty of helping Mu Fei eliminate interference.

Six Dao swung on both sides of Mu Fei's body, the light and shadow of the blades intersecting with the trajectory of the flying balls. Hua Wuyang used all his strength to swing those balls away one by one.

The explosions kept ringing out, but they all landed diagonally behind Mu Fei.

Hua Wuyang minimized the impact of the explosion. (To be continued.) )