"Dark Youkai Yakumo Mo! Break it for me!"

The power in Greass gushed out from the eyes of the traverser captain, and the red bird-shaped mark rushed towards Yakumo fiercely, and with the support of Sister Hua's artillery fire and the dog's boulder, Yakumo easily suffered a severe mental impact.

As predicted by the traversers, the current Yakumo Mo's various physical qualities are simply doubled, and only those with fragile mental strength are not as good as ordinary people.

After being hit by the captain of the traverser for a long time, Yakumo suffocated his movements, and after spitting out a mouthful of black blood, he trembled in place.

"Win..... Did you win? ”

In order to enhance the death of the chicken and duck that had been rubbing for a long time just now, the captain of the traverser even took a potion to enhance the user's mental strength and spell strength at the cost of sacrificing lifespan.

Messy potions, props, it's just no money, of course, abuse.

Yakumo Mo, who received a ruthless blow, was obviously seriously injured, and the darkness on his body spread wantonly.

The brain-dead version of Yakumo Mo even felt that he was buried in the depths of his heart, and the dark power moved inexplicably.

The vision in the left eye is inexplicably clear, this is ...... Yakumo Mo from the dark power touched his left eye, and now the eye had returned to all black.

No.... It's not so much a recovery as it is a dull turn to black.

The dark eyes are dead silent, and the depression is buried with hysterical despair and curses!

A distorted, mud-like, disgusting black substance flowed out of Yakumo's blackened eyes like tears.

The black substance also had countless twisted, sludge-like tentacles spreading outward, as if they were sucking something.

Different from what is normally seen, this black mass covering Yakumo Mo's body can't be seen in size at all, and it can't be seen in life, although it obviously appears in front of the eyes of the traverser, there is no way to "recognize" that dark concept!

In his eyes, it may be huge one moment, the next moment it becomes the size of sand, and when he looks at it again, it is the size of a normal person, and there is that dizzying sense of distortion.

It's like....... It's not a level of existence at all!

Therefore, the traverser couldn't look directly at the black mud gushing out of Yakumo Mo's body!

Not only is the size of this black mass indiscernible but also its form, and the traversers can't tell what that dark matter is even if they use any props.

Although it can be seen as a black sludge-like thing, once the travelers try to describe its form, they will immediately be unable to say it, as if it is impossible to describe it at all.

The distortion caused by this situation, combined with the continuous bursting bubbles on top of the black substance, made everyone feel an indescribable feeling of nausea.

When he saw this black substance, the traverser clearly felt an indescribable malice, a deep sense of despair emerged from the deepest emotions of his soul, and some thoughts that he could ignore and did not want to face poured out like a tide.

The blackened Yakumo clearly sensed that something was gushing out of his eyes just now, and his dark power seemed to have broken a certain boundary, without the so-called sense of fullness of power, and there was only a single sense of destruction that wiped out everything.

It's not like the mad destruction of a rampage, this destruction has even wiped out that madness, it's just a single pure destruction!

Tore! I want to tear everything in front of me to pieces!

The bullets that Sister Hua spewed out were all like they had entered a swamp, and after coming into contact with the layer of black matter that could not be said to exist in this world, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it had no effect at all.

It's not just Sister Hua's bullets, but the dog's boulder is also some messy magic scroll. The layer of dark matter on Yakumo Mo's body is almost like a link to a world, no matter what it is, as long as it touches that layer of black mud, it will disappear.

However, this layer of black mud was like living armor, tightly wrapping Yakumo Mo's body.

"This thing......... It's unexpectedly familiar!"

Looking at this layer of black mud, the dog muttered, "This unfortunate thing is really like the evil of this world in the Holy Grail."

The captain of the traverser took a closer look at the black mud gushing out of Yakumo Mo's body, although this thing looked like [Evil in this World], it always gave people the impression that it was something else, more frustrating.

As the living, the bodies of the traversers desperately warned, as if a lower being met a higher being; Or a mouse meets a cat, the existence of complete natural enemies!

The face of the captain of the traverser at this time was extremely ugly, but he knew very well in his heart what the current situation represented, no wonder no one dared to take on the task of Gensokyo with such a generous reward.........

An existence like Yakumo Mo...... Is it still human?

Damn the plot! Damn the corrective power!

The traversers don't know that Yakumo also has a Glory of Kings summoner system, as well as a system for the Glory of Kings store.

Why do you think Yakumo kept the Holy Grail in his pocket as a toy the other day and played with it as a toy?

Maybe Yakumo Mo without the Holy Grail will honestly recuperate, and he can't recover his demonic power until now, but the person who has the Holy Grail is not necessarily.

That frenzied speed of returning to the blue........ It's the same as how disgusting it is for you to run 39 meters first with a 40-meter knife!

Under the influence of the huge darkness of the black matter, the clarity in Yakumo's eyes was no longer there, and the madness was ignited again.

The darkness in his right arm once again made a useless resistance, and the thought of devouring the dark source of the traverser also kept breeding in Yakumo's heart.

"Damn it! Fast! Be sure to stop him!! There are only ten minutes left!"

The face of the captain of the traverser was full of anger, and the three figures rushed towards Yakumo Mo.

Sister Hua's back was shining with pink light, the bullet turned into a torrent of steel and pressed towards Yakumo Mo, the captain of the traverser held a knife in his hand, and the knife slashed at Chen Yi with a streamer, and the Hulk that the dog turned into rushed towards Chen Yi with a tearing attitude.

"Get out of the way!!" Seeing that someone was blocking the front, there was still a trace of clarity in Yakumo's heart that had been affected even more tyrannical, facing Yakumo Mo's open-like right hand, the dog and the captain of the traverser who blocked the way were like pieces of paper in front of Yakumo Mo, and they were smashed by Chen Yi's right hand in horror. Acting as a Substitute: Death Mania!

Seeing that his right hand slapped two people to death like a mosquito, Yakumo Mo's eyes flickered, and his intact left hand was placed at the corner of his mouth, looking like an innocent child.

"Na...... Do we remember what "she" said....... If you can't do something all at once, divide it up little by little...... Part by part by part..."

Ya Yunmo divided Sister Hua into five pieces in his mind, intending to solve them one by one.

"Tear it up—"

The sound of claws tearing flesh.

Sister Hua's right hand was torn apart by Yakumo Mo's claws, and her entire right arm and body were torn apart alive, and she couldn't help but let out a heart-rending scream.

"Tear it up—"

His left hand was torn off, and he screamed miserably.

"Tear it up—"

"Tear it up—"

With Yakumo's movements, Sister Hua was torn into the shape of a human stick, her lips turned white from severe pain, she trembled, and begged Yakumo for mercy heartbreakingly:

"Let me go, please, really, make me your slave, let me do anything........."

At this time, Sister Hua no longer has the outstanding demeanor she had at the beginning, and now she hates herself to death, why she hates herself for being so greedy, and she dares to go against a madman like Yakumo.

No....... No.........

Get away from me....... Get away from me!

I'm going back! Please, let me go back! I'll never come to Gensokyo again!!

I'm sorry! Please let me go!

Sister Hua, who was cut into a stick, could no longer escape, and used the power of her whole body in vain just to get away from the demon in front of her.

If there was a chance to do it all over again, she would never pay attention to Yakumo Mo!

"Hey.... There's still one side left here....... Pentagram, little star~~"

In this way, in Sister Hua's desperate eyes, Ya Yunmo walked towards Sister Hua step by step, and stretched out his pitch-black claws to Sister Hua's head.......