Mu Fei did not expand the field of vision of "perspective" more extensively, but only concentrated on the distance of five meters around, so that he could "see" more clearly, and everything within a radius of five meters was not visible.

He found that beneath the stone that Thrall had turned over was nothing more than some smaller gravel, and nothing else.

He didn't care about what Thrall was looking for, it was a sight that drained his mental energy, and he had to focus on this mission to find Aemond's weapon as soon as possible.

Because of his previous experience, Mu Fei understood that the prototype of the weapon might be in various forms, and he didn't even have the most basic shape, so when he was looking for it, he didn't let go of any corner.

But even then, nothing was found.

Mu Fei closed his eyes, rested for a moment, and returned his gaze to normal.

Even if it was only for a while, the loss was obvious, Mu Fei felt a little dizzy, and couldn't help but raise his head to look at the blue sky above his head.

The sky is not stained with dust, it is melancholy, as if it has been washed in water, and there is no gloom in sight. How long has it been since I've seen such a pure sky? Such a pure blue makes people feel a little ominous.

There seemed to be some blur in his vision, Mu Fei frowned, and said in his heart, could it be the sequelae of that ability just now? Affecting normal vision?

He lowered his head and blinked, and his surroundings became more and more hazy.

Mu Fei only noticed at this time that around them, on top of this ruin, a mist had risen at some point, surrounding the two of them.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and a faint gray obstructs the human view.

Thrall, who had been crouching on the ground rummaging for something, also stood up. The expression on his face was still confused. Absolutely unaware of what was going on.

Mu Fei's brows tightened. Flip your hand and summon your weapon.

The gauntlet of the dark light wrapped around his right arm, the inky black blade like a curved snake, the blade without the slightest luster.

Mu Fei keenly felt that the appearance of the dim light had changed a little.

This time there are not many changes, not as suddenly and drastically as in the previous battle with One-Eye, but there are some minor adjustments. The blade is slender, and the gauntlet extends and winds farther, most notably the lines on the blade. It looked deeper, as if someone had carved it one by one.

Maybe it's because he killed One-Eye, and the weapon absorbed the blood of the S-class demon, so it grew again.

Holding the dim light in his hand, Mu Fei bowed his head and said to Sal, "Follow me, don't run around." ”

Thrall didn't speak, and he didn't know if the kid understood, but his attention was now focused on the fog that was gradually drawing towards them.

Intuitively, Mu Fei knew that these mist were the prototype of Aemond's weapons. And he is well aware that the prototype of the weapon will attack the hunter.

How can this be defended?

If the other party is a demon. Mu Fei already has a lot of experience, but the other party is a demon hunting weapon. Even if he has the experience of fighting once, Mu Fei has no bottom in his heart.

But fortunately, he knew that the demon hunting weapons were also mutually restrained.

Mu Fei stood in front of Thrall and held the dark light across his chest, his expression focused.

At this moment, a crisp scolding suddenly sounded in his ears, and at the same time, a black shadow jumped out.

Thrall didn't know when he summoned the Demon Hunting Weapon, and at this time he was holding a short spear in both hands and leaping towards the black mist.

Mu Fei was startled, and raised his hand to stop the other party, but unfortunately it was too late.

Sal swooped into the fog with his peculiarly shaped spear in the air.

Screams suddenly came from the thick fog.

Mu Fei couldn't see what was happening in the thick fog, so he didn't know what kind of attack Sal had received, but he didn't have time to think about it now, gritted his teeth, danced the dark light in his chest quickly, and rushed in the direction of Sal.

The dance of the dark light dispersed the fog in front of him, but the surroundings were even more turbulent.

The mist touched his skin, instantly causing him a sharp burning sensation, like touching a highly corrosive acid.

Mu Fei gritted his teeth and held back without making a sound, he was worried that the acid mist would penetrate into his mouth after his mouth was opened, without the protection of the external epidermis, the internal organs connected to the mouth would only be more fragile, and the damage caused by corrosion would only be heavier.

The dim light didn't work very well when it turned in front of him, and the mist seemed to have eyes, and it could bypass the dim light and rush towards him from other directions.

Sal was wielding a short spear not far in front of him and wailing in pain, not thinking about whether the mist would burrow into his mouth.

Mu Fei pulled the coat of the uniform upwards and wrapped his entire face under the coat, so that with the defensive nature of the uniform, the erosion of the acid mist was finally not so violent. He wrapped his uniform and ran towards Sal.

Thrall didn't know what was going on, as if he didn't understand what was happening, he held the short spear in both hands and swung wildly around, and his body, because of the erosion of the acid mist, was covered in blood, naked. Some parts of the exposed skin have begun to fester, and it looks very scary.

Seeing this, Mu Fei rushed to the other party's side without saying a word, and covered the uniform on his body along with Sal.

Sal didn't know why, so he turned around and stabbed the short spear in his hand towards Mu Fei's body.

Mu Fei had fought with Sal, and he knew that the other party would ignore the characteristics of going crazy, and he had already prepared. Seeing the short spear stabbing in, he quickly turned sideways, raised his arm slightly, let the short spear pierce between his waist and abdomen and his arm, and then clamped it violently, clamping the short spear under his armpit.

"Sal, calm down!" Mu Fei scolded in a low voice.

Hearing this, Sal was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning suddenly, and then, his eyes, which had been infected with madness, gradually returned to their clarity.

Although Mu Fei didn't know how his words had such a magical effect, he was still relieved to see the other party return to normal.

What he was afraid of was that Sal would go crazy and fight with him regardless of it, and when the time came, let alone recovering weapons, just dealing with Sal would be enough for him to keep busy for a long time.

After Sal regained his composure, he turned into the same confused appearance as before, shrunk under Mu Fei's uniform and looked left and right, taking a breath of cool air from time to time because of the pain.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Mu Fei said in his heart that it was better to send this kid out of the fog area first, and then think about dealing with this weapon alone. Even if this kid's strength has reached the level of an elite hunter, he is not mature at all in terms of experience and awareness, and it is a drag to carry it with him.

At this point, Sal is not as good as Zhao Qing, although Zhao Qing is very off-line, but he still has a very strong sense of battle, and he can also make corresponding cooperation with his companions, and he can basically be qualified as a comrade-in-arms who fights together.

Mu Fei thought as he dragged Sal towards the ruins. (To be continued.) )