Shadow Moon and Dorje were staring at Arot with fierce eyes, and the others had consciously moved out of the way to avoid being affected.

After a moment of confrontation, Shadow Moon and Nari Dorje glanced at each other, and then launched a tacit attack.

At the forefront was Nari Dorje, while Shadow Moon's petite figure followed the flanks like a ghost, the fingers and claws of her left and right hands and the blades of her sleeves already unsheathed, shining with a cold light, like the sharp fangs of a pit viper, cold and deadly.

Because of the shrinking space area and the huge size of Dorje that day, Arot has been forced into a corner at this time, and the room for evasion is becoming smaller and smaller.

Arot quickly glanced at Dorje and Shadow Moon that day, and after high-intensity calculations, he instantly came to a conclusion: although there is room for evasion, it cannot be evaded!

Because, if you want to dodge Dorje's attack that day, that's no problem at all, but there is also a shadow moon on the side who is supporting the attack, and once he dodges, he will crash headlong into the blade of the shadow moon! He'd experienced the sharpness of his claws and sleeves firsthand, and he didn't want to experience it a second time!

Seeing this, Arot cut off, he didn't expect the cooperation of these two people to be so tacit, one took the initiative to fight and attack with all his might, and the other wandered on the flank, blocking all evasive routes, which was seamless.

Soon, Dorje rushed in front of Arot like a rhinoceros that day, and at this time, there was only one option left for Arrot, he didn't want to be stabbed to death by Shadow Moon, so he had to resist this impact head-on! The people of the Wolf Skull Camp will never be afraid of head-on combat!

Arot tensed his muscles and let out a beastly roar, slamming into Nari Dorje like a heavy tank.

The two people with a huge disparity in size collided violently, and the heavy muffled sound was like beating a war drum, suddenly shaking everyone's hearts.

I saw that the floor under the feet of the two had already crumbled, and they just pushed each other up with all their might, like two competing rhinoceros.

From the point of view of body shape, Nari Dorje has an absolute advantage, but many times, body shape and strength are not necessarily proportional, just like now, Nari Dorje, who is two or three times larger than Arote, does not take any advantage.

Of course, for this kind of savage frontal impact, it is impossible for Arrot to deal with it easily, his muscles have begun to tremble due to overload, but the fanatical battle intent in his eyes has increased unabated, and he smiled hideously: "What?!" Black-skinned pig, are you doing this with all your strength?! ”

After Arrot finished roaring, a majestic force erupted from within, and his hands were pinching Nari Dorje's shoulders at this time, and his fingers sank into Nari Dorje's muscles little by little with great force, pressing on his bones.

That day, Dorje let out a muffled snort, and his huge body was pushed backwards by Arot, at this time, he turned on the biological signal analysis system on the special glasses, and the number on Arot's head began to soar, and finally fixed at the number 8.5!

Level 8.5 biological signal, what is the concept? The biological signal of ordinary people is level 3, the excellent are level 4, the elite special warfare soldiers are level 5, and the terrifying body of Dorje that day is only level 6.5, and the captain of the Han family's ghost team, Ying Yue, on the island of moonlight, when she returned to Han Dui's side in her peak state, was only level 8.

The higher the creature signal level, the greater the difference in strength between the same values, not to mention the difference of 0.5 between Arot's level 8.5 and Shadow Moon's level 8, the difference in strength is already two or three times!

And what about the 6.5-level Dorje Dorje? It is not at the same level of combat power as Arrot, and the reason why he can barely fight with Arrot now is purely because he wears the right hand of God designed by Tyr, this powerful gauntlet that integrates technology and rune power directly gives him a strong strength that is enough to fight beyond the level, and it also reflects the strength of the first work of the right hand of God from the side!

However, in any case, the right hand of the god is a weapon after all, and the drastic difference between the physical strength of the two is unavoidable, so when it comes to pure fighting strength, Dorje is a little overwhelmed by the huge size.

Just when Dorje was about to be unable to resist Arrot that day, Shadow Moon circled around Arrot's back in time, her eyes were extremely deadly, and she directly targeted Arrot's heart, and the sharp sleeve blade stabbed mercilessly.

Reluctantly, Arot retracted his strength and tried to dodge the attack, but Dorje reacted quickly that day and grabbed Arot and pushed him towards Shadow Moon's Sleeve Blade.

In the process, although Arotetongguò's body twisted to avoid the fatal blow, the sleeveblade still poked a transparent hole in his body that ran through the front and back.

The bleeding wound fueled Arrot's ferocity, and he slammed his head on Dorje's face, causing him to bleed from his nose, staggering backwards, and then striking Shadow Moon in the chest with an elbow that nearly made her vomit her lungs.

However, before Arrot could fully stand on his feet, Dorje and Shadow Moon rushed forward that day, regardless of their injuries, and the two knew very well that they had to trap Arot to death in this small area, and not let the strengthening effect of Locke One be highlighted, otherwise they would definitely not be able to compete with Arrot!

Arot knew what the two were thinking, but at this time, in the face of the attack of the two, he didn't have a very good way to get out, although he liked the bloody and fierce head-on collision, but the current situation was that Dorje and him faced each other head-on that day, but there was a shadow moon behind him playing sneak attack like a thief, what kind of head-on collision was this?!

Soon, Aroth, who was unable to play Locke No. 1, was beaten by Dorje and Shadow Moon that day, and there were several more bleeding wounds on his body.

Although Dorje and Shadow Moon also received a few heavy punches and bruises in the process that day, it is really hard to say who will die first if this trend continues.

Soon, the two of them rushed forward and backward like Arrot, and this time, Arrot didn't fight back, nor did he dodge, just stood there expressionlessly.

He gave up? This thought flashed through Shadow Moon's mind, but it quickly disappeared, a master of Arrot's level will definitely never give up until the last moment, even if it is hard consumption, he will consume a life and death, and it is impossible to give up in the dictionary.

But what is the situation with him not moving now? What should be the explanation?

Just when Shadow Moon and Dorje were puzzled, Arot suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining with a sharp cold light, and muttered coldly: "I really didn't expect to use Locke II to deal with you group of miscellaneous fish."

After Arot finished speaking, he silently grabbed the ring finger of his right hand, and sure enough, this finger was also a prosthetic finger, which was snapped and broken, revealing the syringe inside.

"Stop him!" Shadow Moon hurriedly shouted at Dorje that day, Locke One has been so terrifyingly strengthened, who knows what this Locke Two is!

That day, Dorje also realized what was happening and quickened his pace and rushed towards Aroth.

However, Arrot's movements were much faster than they thought, and Locke II, hidden under his ring finger, was injected into his body in an instant

At the same time, Dorje also rushed in front of Arot that day, and smashed his huge fist head-on.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, just a moment of time passed, but it was so long.

Without any warning, Arrot's muscles swelled significantly, his original wheat-colored skin seemed to be stained red with blood, and a white mist began to emerge from every corner of his body, and there seemed to be hot magma flowing in his veins, and the air around him heated up sharply at this moment.

Her breathing quickened, her skin turned red, her body temperature soared, her heartbeat sounded like a war drum, and the situation in front of her was all too familiar, and this change was almost exactly the same as when she used "Boiling Blood" or "Heart Devouring Gu"!

"Get out of the way! Dorje that day! It's a power-boosting potion! Shadow Moon screamed in frustration.

However, Dorje was charging at this time that day, and he could not restrain the huge inertia at all, so he could only gather all his strength and attack Aroth.

The huge fist was getting closer and closer to Arrot, and Dorje could almost feel the hot heat on his skin that day, and vaguely, he felt as if he had entered a sauna and was about to be roasted.

"Boom!" Without warning, Arrot's fist slammed out, the terrifying speed almost breaking the sound barrier, the sound of the sonic boom shattering everyone's eardrums, and the surging impact stirred up the invisible air.

When Aroth's fist landed on Dorje's stomach, Shadow Moon could clearly see that Dorje's iron-hard lower abdomen had sunk straight down, and a huge fist had blasted out a large crater forty centimeters in diameter and ten centimeters deep.

"Poof!" Blood mixed with internal organs spurted out of Dorje's mouth that day, and the giant man, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, flew backwards like a bullet, crashed into the crowd, knocked several people into pulp, and finally smashed into the wall, as if embedded in it, and there was no more movement.

"That day," Shadow Moon felt her breath suffocate as she said two words, and a terrifying force locked her throat, almost separating her head.

"Power is speed, speed is power, and it is not enough to say that Locke II is a potion that strengthens 'power'." Arrowt had come to Shadow Moon at some point, grabbing her by the throat mercilessly, lifting her into the air.

Shadow Moon struggled as hard as she could, her mouth wide open, trying to breathe, but all the air was stuck in her trachea by Arrot's large hand, and no matter how hard she tried, her chest didn't rise or fall.

"Sleep, sleep, just sleep, don't wake up again, don't worry, I'll soak your body in formalin and preserve your beauty forever" Arrot's words were like a deadly sentence, dragging Shadow Moon into an eerie hell.

Shadow Moon's delicate body trembled from time to time, like a marionette pinched in Arrot's hand, abusing her at will, and gradually, she felt a heat spread throughout her body due to lack of oxygen, followed by an electric paralysis.

Soon, the paralyzing sensation of lack of oxygen enveloped her whole body, and Shadow Moon felt that her hands and feet were no longer out of control, and the gradually disappearing consciousness seemed to drag her into a dream that would never wake up