In a life-or-death situation, Fogg found the crucial answer with the help of Naranga:

"That tower can only appear on a broken pavement!"

"So, that means..."

"As long as I try to keep the road surface as free of any damage within 20 meters of my body, the tower won't be able to attack me!"

Fogg narrowly avoided the bombardment of the light again, but the sweat-drenched red cheeks showed a different brilliance of a desperate life.

But the brilliance dimmed in an instant.

Because he inadvertently saw the ground under his feet, and saw the cracked road left on the ground by the "little sun" that he had just avoided in a thrilling way.

"The ground... Destroyed by light bullets! ”

Fugar's breathing suddenly became a little heavy.

It dawned on him that while the way to get out of the Tower seemed simple, it could be extremely difficult to actually do:

Because the light energy attack of the solar disk can't stop at all.

That kind of powerful light bullet must not be hard connected, but if he dodges the past like he just did, the light bullet will smash into the earth, smash the ground, and create a new "tower base".

At the same time, Ziyan's wide-open and closing jumping method will also trample the ground when starting and landing.

As a result...

There is always a new broken road surface next to Fogg, and the solar disc can always appear on the "base" closest to Fogg.

No matter how much he ran, there was no way he could escape the tower's attack range.

"Damn..."

"If I want to get rid of this damn tower, I'm going to have to make sure there's no damage to the pavement around me."

"This also means that I can no longer use the violent jump of purple smoke to help me escape, and I can only rely on my own legs to escape."

"At the same time, I can't dodge the bullet attack, I can't let the bullet hit the ground."

"But..."

With the help of Purple Smoke, Fogg dodged the bombardment of the light bomb for the first few times.

But his body and spirit began to show fatigue, and his constricted brow was full of solemnity:

"If you want to take all the attacks of that level on a 20-meter-long escape, you have to make sure that you don't get seriously injured by the bullets..."

He clearly understood the difficulty of this matter.

At this moment, Fogg had already vaguely given up this escape plan in his heart.

"Naranga!"

He grasped the brief gap between the condensed light bullets of the solar disk, and said nervously and helplessly to Naranga:

"I'm afraid I can't get rid of this damn disc."

"Now that you're not targeted by the enemy, you can still move freely, maybe..."

As Fogg was about to stake all his hopes of a breakthrough on this trusty companion, Naranga left himself alone to find the enemy's body, and the light on the solar disk coalesced once more.

The light bombs whistled, and the attack was still swift and fierce.

Fogg tried his best to dodge, but after all, he slowed down a little because of the mental distress and physical exhaustion he had just had.

This time, he couldn't completely dodge the light bullet's attack.

The brilliant golden light grazed across Fugar's left arm, and although it was technically only a "scrape", the strange energy had already caused great damage to his flesh and blood.

"Ahh

A cry of pain.

Blood gushed out, wounds cracked.

The muscles of his left arm were torn from the inside like the ground that had just cracked silently.

If it weren't for the toughness of the outer skin and fat to barely maintain the overall shape, the appearance of that arm would have become extremely terrifying.

Fugg's left arm hung limply, and the muscles of his face became twisted and monstrous from the sudden pain.

"Fuge!"

Naranga nervously stepped forward.

"Don't come here!"

Fogg endured the pain and exclaimed with difficulty:

"Leave me alone! Now it's all about finding the enemy's body! ”

"Go ahead... I'll stick with it here. ”

"This—" Naranga pursed her lips tightly:

Leaving Fogg behind and looking for the enemy is indeed a good solution.

But he could see that with Fuge's current state of exhaustion and injury, it was probably impossible for him to hold on to the continuous bombardment of light bombardment, until he could find the enemy and defeat it.

"I refuse!"

"It's gambling with your life, but I can't guarantee that I'll win the game before you die."

Naranga's attitude gradually became resolute:

"Let's run, we must have a way to get rid of this damn tower!"

"Shake it off..."

Fogg dodged in the never-ending barrage of light.

Feeling Naranga's resolute attitude, he suddenly felt that he might not have given up struggling so quickly:

"Well..."

"If you want to get rid of this tower, you have to block all the light bullets coming at me, and you can't let them bombard the ground."

"Since I can't escape with the help of purple smoke jumping, it will take about 3 to 4 seconds to run a distance of 20 meters at my fastest sprint speed now."

"And as far as I've just observed, the frequency of the solar disc is about 1 second at a time."

"In other words, I'll have to find a way to take it while I'm escaping..."

"3.5 light bullets?"

Naranga subconsciously completed the answer.

“......”

Fogg choked hard.

But this familiar feeling was just right to alleviate the despair in his heart, and gave him an inexplicable, unexplained courage to challenge the impossible:

"It's three, or four."

"The outcome is uncertain, and it's not something I have a way of predicting right now."

Fuge's tone calmed down inexplicably, as if he had already grasped the plan to get out of the tower this time.

But even with Naranga's level of math, he could calculate:

The difference between 3 and 4 is huge.

One more orb of light will exponentially increase the difficulty of escaping.

Fogg wasn't sure how many beatings he would take on his escape, so he could only concentrate on his surroundings, trying his best to find an object that would help him catch the bullets:

"The light bomb must be taken."

"But you must not use your body and a stand-in to pick it up, otherwise you must be either dead or injured."

"So, I have to find at least three objects within this 20-meter distance that can help me block that kind of attack."

"And to be able to withstand that level of attack, to make sure that the energy of the light bullet does not pour into the ground... Such a 'shield' is not easy to find. ”

Between the calm words, a bullet of light passed past Fugg's hard-to-dodge figure.

The ball of light blasted into a shocking crack in the ground, silently supporting Fugar's claim.

Fugar, on the other hand, raised his eyes and looked around, and calculated to himself:

"If you run in that direction, there are exactly two street trees in a distance of 20 meters."

"The trunks of these two street trees are thick enough to each help block a light bullet."

"In that case..."

Fuge's gaze quietly became serious, determined, and full of determination:

"Let's go now!"

The sun's disc hanging high is as it always accumulates energy.

The condensed "Little Sun" took shape rapidly, and a deadly light energy attack was about to emerge.

Fogg, on the other hand, cast his much firmer gaze in the direction he had locked, and without hesitation, he sprinted out along the street into the distance.

"Huh? Wait..."

Naranga was slightly stunned, and soon woke up suddenly.

He looked in the direction in which Fogg had fled, and:

"Street trees, there are only two street trees that can help block light bullets in this direction."

"The third light bullet..."

He clenched his fists and chased after him with a heavy heart:

"How do you stop it... Fogg? ”

Fogg didn't have time to tell Naranga what he was thinking.

And just as Naranga feared, he didn't have time to think of anything he could do to keep himself safe.

In the face of the never-ending light attack, he must seize that glimmer of life before he misses his life.

And now, it is the best moment for him to fight for a way out.

So, without hesitation, Fogg fled in the direction he had his eye.

He held back the pain, tensed his muscles, and used all his strength to burst out at the fastest sprint he could do right now.

And at the same time...

In Narangana's confused and worried gaze, Fogg suddenly raised his arms and waved them exaggeratedly towards the road ahead.

It's like greeting someone.

"Huh?"

Naranga, who was catching up, was worried.

But seeing this inexplicable scene, he seemed to faintly realize something.

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