Voldemort's fingers moved stiffly, and only his fingers could barely make movements on his ghost body, the evil qi was completely sealed, and there was no room for resistance, he stared at the motionless doctor standing in front of him, and expressed his doubts:

"I still don't quite understand, though, if I'm guessing correctly, you're certainly not going to be a normal doctor, and judging by your fighting state, you're either a killer or a criminal. In that case, why do you have such a powerful aura, and how could you use such an aura weapon that doesn't have much effect on ordinary enemies? ”

"This stupid question, the aura and the evil qi are just two forces in themselves, and every human being has a way to master these two powers, and some people may even control both powers. Is there a good or evil force itself? The doctor's voice was weak, but his tone was indisputable.

"No, even so, for those of you, it would be easier to grasp the evil qi, and it would be closer to yourself. The reason why you will go far must be for other purposes. Voldemort struggled to squeeze out the words, and he felt that it would not be long before he could not even say a word.

"Do you think I need to say that to you?" The Medic did look like he was tired of talking to Voldemort.

The doctor shook his neck and rubbed his shoulders, the regrown skin looked very prone to wrinkles, making him look even older, and he slowly walked towards Voldemort, the appearance of the dragon clock made it impossible to imagine how he could dodge Voldemort's attacks so quickly.

Although he knew that he was certain to die, a smile appeared on his face.

In fact, Voldemort knew that the other party would not tell him the truth, but he would still ask such a question before he died, because he had his own purpose, and during the period of being blocked from evil spirits, he had activated a contract he had set up with the fire ghosts.

This pact was forged by the fire poison of the fire ghost, which had been hidden in Voldemort's body, and only broke out suddenly when Voldemort was dying, and was not subject to any other constraints. When this fire poison broke out, Voldemort would also sacrifice his life and all his evil energy, and in return, he could ask anyone a question before he died, whether the other person was lying or not, he was able to read the other person's true thoughts during that time, and store it in the fire poison.

When the fire poison erupts, it will cause massive damage to the surrounding area, and at the same time, it will become smaller again and return to the body of the fire ghost.

The Medic walked up to Voldemort's side, intending to pull out the scalpel inside him and use it to end Voldemort's life. But he soon noticed something strange about Voldemort's body, a scorching red light like the blood pupils of an abyssal demon, already eyeing his prey.

The doctor's tired eyes widened in a rare way, and he ran for the distance.

However, it was still a step too late, Voldemort's body turned red, and he erupted into a terrible laugh, accompanied by an earth-shattering loud noise, the entire building shook, and the firelight instantly reflected the entire floor, the fire dragon swirled up, the windows were all broken, and the tongues of fire erupted from the windows, like fierce monsters greedily licking the dark night sky outside.

"Flamingues, I did my best, and I'll leave it to you next!"

Voldemort's primordial spirit was completely shattered and turned into a streamer.

The aftermath of the explosion gradually subsided, and the air was filled with a pungent scorching smell that almost suffocated.

Fire poison turned into a point of light, carrying important information and preparing to return to the fire ghost's side.

After the violent shock, the building finally stopped shaking, after all, the Babel Tower is the tallest building in the world, and it also embodies the architectural wisdom of contemporary people.

As the dust settled, the Medic's body was scratched by the debris from the explosion, but because of the unusually thick skin of his new skin, such damage was minimal to him.

At this time, Sfax finally followed the terrifying aura, and the corners of his mouth showed a cruel evil smile, he could no longer remember how many people had died behind this smile when he had not encountered Feng Xue Rou.

Today, he wants to kill again in order to protect his beloved!

His opponent shuffled slowly, the old-looking doctor, clutching the scalpel in his hand, his gaze devoid of murder, but full of death.

Just like his nickname when he committed the heinous crime - Doctor Death.

This notorious killer was later targeted by the evil group and given rights and abilities commensurate with his ambitions!

Descending the stairs, Sfax has been suppressing his inner fanaticism.

At this time, when he stood in front of the enemy, he found that this terrible "doctor of death" was very old, and he looked like nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter, and he didn't even have any extra words to communicate.

Sfake's severed arm was thrown to the ground by him, and at the same time, Sfax had flashed behind Aston's back at great speed, and the scalpel in his hand sliced diagonally in the direction of Aston's neck.

"Bang-"

There was a metal clash, and the longer scalpel in Aston's hand blocked Sfake's attack, and Aston's tired eyes showed a slight look, after all, he hadn't seen such speed in a long time.

Sfax's desire to cut flesh has reached the extreme, and there is no way to compete with such a defense. In a flash of lightning, Sfax raised his hand to cut horizontally, and Astom once again blocked the force against the blade. At this time, Sfake's hand speed became faster, and Aston's dazzling knife skills dazzled, and his body was unconsciously cut out of several small cuts.

A fierce smile gradually appeared on Sfax's face, each of which was an interesting node in his eyes, and what he had to do was to connect these nodes with blood-stained lines, and everywhere he passed, everything would be reduced to broken pieces.

Facing the helpless Aston, Sfax was ready to make the final slash, he raised the scalpel high and slashed down, but because he only had one arm, this action had completely exposed his chest and abdomen, which was quite dangerous.

However, Sfake's attack speed has made Astom completely unaware of the existence of the flaw, only for a moment, perhaps the death doctor's instinct to judge death, he faced the surging blow, aware of the danger of the situation, but because he couldn't see the direction of Sfax's attack at all, so he suddenly made the narrow scalpel in his hand longer and bigger, and then plunged the long knife into the ground, and then quickly retreated, and pulled out the long knife.

A half-moon-shaped silver ribbon of light slashed through, "Boom! With a bang, the blades met, and the blood first appeared, and the back of Sfake's hand was cut by the knife, and the scalpel in his hand was also bounced out.

Although Stom defended against this fatal blow in time, the dense damage on his body completely burst while dodging with all his might.

Blood splattered like a fountain, and Alstone instantly became a bloody man, and when he fought Voldemort, he used a hardener that can proliferate his skin to escape and then kill Voldemort. At this time, although he still used this hardener, he could not resist Sfake's sharp scalpel at all.

On the inside of Sfake's sleeve, there were ten No. 3 scalpels, four of which had been used before, and now there were six left, in addition to a special scalpel in the small pocket next to his shoulder. Sfak had now become a mad madman, and there was no way to give his opponent any respite, so he quickly pulled out the three scalpels from his cuffs, clamped them between his fingers, and rushed towards Aston.

Although Aston's scalpel borrowed aura to become narrow and long, but in the same way, when Astom used this narrow scalpel to fight, he also lost the advantage of being flexible as a scalpel attack, and more importantly, although Astom was previously called "Doctor Death", his means of killing people relied more on insidious murder than face-to-face hand-to-hand combat, and the knife technique was basically none.

Sfak squeezed one of the scalpels out of his fingers and used it to easily fend off Aston's defenses, while the other two scalpels flew out from either side of the long knife and aimed them at Aston's eyes.

Astom was caught off guard, so he simply threw away the long knife in his hand and directly covered his eyes with both hands.

Thankfully, his hardened skin still had an effect, as Sfax's two scalpels didn't fit all the way through, but got stuck in the cracks of the bone. But for Sfake, he had achieved his goal, the scalpel he was holding in his hand was no longer in the way, he had aimed at the exposed blood penetration point on Aston's body, and slashed at it.

"Fierce Raider!"

When Sfax was slashed by Sfax's scalpel, he suddenly found that all his previous cuts had burst because of this blow, and Sfax became like a hyena that had seen a dead body, and the speed of the attack became extremely crazy.

"Hahaha......"

Sfax laughed wildly, and every time the blade slashed through the flesh, he felt a pleasure that was better than the sublimation of the flesh.

Already drenched in blood, his tired eyes widened, and his aging face suddenly showed an unimaginable ferocity, he glared at Sfax viciously, and with the last of his consciousness he inserted a needle into his body.

Sfax was like a clockwork machine, unable to stop the movements in his hands, enjoying the flesh and blood, constantly splashing on his face and every inch of his body, and even couldn't help but want to lick this intoxicating blood.

In other words, if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would have been cut into meat at this time, but because of the hardening of the body, Sfax has become more durable, which makes Sfax very satisfied, and feels that this is like a beloved toy deliberately given to him by God.

However, when the liquid in Aston's syringe was completely infused into his body, the terrifying killing intent that he had already felt before reappeared, and Sfax was slightly distracted.

However, just as he was distracted, Aston suddenly grabbed the blade in Sfax's hand, and then, his flesh began to harden, the blood became very viscous, and a tentacle-like wriggling flesh stretched out of the flesh and wrapped around Sfax's arm, imprisoning him firmly.

The knife wound on Aston's body healed amazingly, and the pool of blood on the ground spread to Sfake's feet, and then became as strong as superglue, imprisoning his feet as well, and Sfax tried to pull out his arm, or to break free from the ground, but found that he couldn't.

The blood-drenched Aston could not see any expression of pain, and he stared at Sfax a little sluggishly, and his hoarse voice made people feel very harsh:

"Looks like we're finally going to be able to have a good chat, it seems...... You also love to take other people's lives, and...... You, like those stupid guys, like to let these people be brutally tortured before they die. ”