The basement was in shambles.

The Riddler leaned on the Riddle BOX, tapping his scepter up and down in his hand in a bored manner, making rhythmic clicking sounds, pondering the answer to the question.

In his opinion, this clown's behavior is too strange, obviously he has wrapped that weird colloid around his arm, but he did not prevent himself from exerting his ability and entering the riddle BOX, knowing that he is not Gong Ping's opponent at all, he even has to choose a tough battle.

Could it be that this clown just didn't have time to avoid his own ability? Just thinking too much about yourself?

No, it can't be, this guy can't be killed so easily......

The Riddler was thinking, and suddenly he felt that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and his head began to feel a little dizzy, and he felt that in the space he was in, it seemed that the air was being pulled away by some strange force, and the pressure of his breathing became more and more intense, as if a pair of invisible hands were pinching his mouth.

At first, he thought that this feeling was just his own psychological effect, but as the feeling became more and more intense, he gradually became aware of this looming danger.

This feeling of impending a storm, he had never felt it before, but at the moment he seemed a little flustered.

The Riddler looked around and noticed that the others had changed, and the guards who still had a glimmer of life were still struggling at first, making strange moans that made people feel uncomfortable, but at what point they suddenly seemed to be dead, and some of them remained in a struggling posture, and their expressions became stiff as if they had become sculptures.

It doesn't seem to be psychological, there's something strange in this room.

The gloomy atmosphere in the basement seemed to intensify at this moment, which made the Riddler feel even more uncomfortable, and he suddenly realized that the riddle he used to like was just the process of making riddles, and he liked to appreciate the happiness of others who couldn't come up with the answer even if they wanted to break their heads, and if it really made him a guesser, this bad feeling simply made him feel broken.

The Riddler feels that the situation is a little bad, but he is now in a dilemma, if he leaves rashly at this time, the two people trapped in the Riddle BOX will be released again because of the lifting of the effect, and his own strength will also be greatly reduced, and if the clown wants to take the opportunity to kill himself, it will be easy. But if he chooses to stay here, the strange and strange feeling around him also makes him feel terrified and confused, and the indescribable sense of crisis is intensified by the instinct to fight.

After hesitating for a while, the Riddler finally decided to wait and see, and if Miyahei quickly eliminated the clown in the Riddle BOX, then he could choose to disarm his abilities early.

So, the Riddler moved his consciousness to the Riddle BOX, and immediately saw what was going on inside.

Smaer had already struggled to get up from the ground at this time, and he scuffled with Gong Ping, but after a critical blow just now, Smail was already staggering at this time, and he was already very tired when attacking, and he didn't have enough reaction power to predict in advance when defending, and it was no longer a fair hand-to-hand fight between the two, and it completely became Gong Ping's unilateral zero abuse of Smail.

"This clown is really resistant to beating......" Yagma muttered under his breath.

"Hahahaha......"

Smaer was still laughing wildly, although the mocking effect in his voice had been suppressed, but if he listened to such a noise for a long time, it would still make people feel very upset, and Gong Ping was the same, and the fist that smashed on Smer's body became more violent at this time.

Smal continued to suffer the damage, but Yogma was already impatient, he felt that in addition to his breathing becoming unsmooth, his spirit also became a little restless, he could no longer stay calm, he sniffed the air desperately, but the air did not seem to change significantly, the power that suppressed the breathing, it seemed to be colorless and odorless, invisibly changing the surroundings.

"You may think I'm hypocritical, that everything I'm doing is just for my own selfish gain, but you're wrong...... In this chaotic city, the slums are the only pure land for those helpless and poor people, and the reason why I want to become the strong person they admire in their hearts is not to deify myself, but to give them a glimmer of hope! Gong Ping said as he frantically slammed Smael.

Smaël was still laughing maniacally, and his voice was shaky.

"Hahahaha...... Are you curious about what I just ate when you made this clumsy statement? It's really touching, but it's a pity, I don't want to be a hero, I just want to live......"

"Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, I'll kill you madman!"

Gong Ping suddenly increased his strength, the muscles on his body burst out with amazing strength, bursts of white gas came out of his body, his arms seemed to be stretched rubber, swinging forward with elasticity, leaving only dazzling afterimages in the process of whipping, and the impenetrable attack continued to increase its strength under the effect of inertia, and it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

Smaer finally gave up resistance completely, his arms in front of him, constantly bearing the attack from Miyahei, his ears were full of crackling explosions, his eyes were covered by the blood flowing from his forehead, and everything in his sight seemed to turn a hellish red.

The Riddler was watching all this from outside, he should have been excited that Smail was about to be killed, but he only felt that he was getting more and more tired, even his breathing was already weak, and the idea of running away in his mind became stronger.

The Riddler felt dizzy and didn't dare to spend any more time here, but when he tried to take a step to escape, he suddenly realized that it was too late, his legs became limp, and his consciousness became more and more blurred......

This......

What the hell is going on? Am I poisoned?

This time, the Riddler was not only full of question marks on his clothes, but also full of question marks in his head......

Unfortunately, he still couldn't solve this riddle, and he could only fall into an eternal sleep with these questions.

The Riddler prepares to flee with explosive power, mobilizing the full power of the Fruit Core.

But at this moment, a deafening explosion erupted around without warning, and the entire Holy Light Trading Ground seemed to be suddenly bombarded by a bomb falling from the sky, and in an instant, everything as far as the eye could see was stirred into it by dazzling bright light and turbulence, and the explosion shattered the silent night.

At this moment, from the periphery of the Holy Light Trading Ground, a huge, blazing, vortex and airy, black and blue smoke rose from the heart of the explosion into the sky, like a terrifying black-brown dragon, twisting its terrifying and huge body, its long tail stirring up the bricks and rubble, setting off the smoke and destroying everything.

In an instant, in the midst of a huge explosion, the Holy Light Trading Ground was reduced to nothing.

The Holy Light Exchange was completely destroyed by this sudden and huge explosion, and became the brightest alien star of the night in Water.