The instantaneous spatial distance sensing is quite clear, and the distance between the two human-faced spiders is very far, at least far beyond the limit of normal sensing between human-faced spiders.

In other words, it was a collision that shouldn't have happened. So this is a bureau? Specifically for the human-faced spider, against his death?

Before An Weng could figure out the root cause of the change in the situation, the hedge between the human-faced spiders had entered a white-hot state.

In the vast starry sky, full of hostile pressure, No. 3's body was forcibly distorted, and every movement was an all-out confrontation of tangible and invisible forces. For this reason, the chaotic forces inside No. 3 are running at a higher speed, like a boiler, crushing and incinerating all built-in fuels to provide more powerful internal energy.

For Ann On, this was nothing short of devastating. After he gave up his body, his soul was placed in the No. 3 body, and some of them were merged, but after all, they were not completely united, and there was still a considerable and crucial part of the spiritual part that remained independent.

After the "No. 3 boiler" was activated, in just a few seconds, An Weng's soul area was evaporated by almost one-tenth, and many memory materials were erased in an instant, causing him to be in a slight trance, until Zheng Xiao, who was affected, let out a miserable scream, and Huo Ran woke up.

The "kite string" is about to break, how can the chain still be so strong?

Self-deprecating thoughts swept by, and Ann forced himself to forget about the imminent threat of death, infusing himself with the power of trying to take control of Number 3 and break free of the chain.

The Wushen Chain is the only channel to connect the two human-faced spiders, and it is also the main battlefield for the confrontation between the two human-faced spiders. If you want to disrupt the hedging situation, breaking the chain is the most effective way.

With An Weng's help, No. 3's strength suddenly climbed a level, and the eight arthropods plucked the void, paddling desperately, trying to go in the opposite direction.

The black chain collapsed straight, and the pulling and hedging forces on it acted at the same time, making the trembling of the chain continue to intensify, and the trills became one piece, and finally they all became a sharp "buzzing" sound when the rubber band was on the verge of disintegrating.

It's still a little bit, it's a little bit close......

The more intense the confrontation between the human-faced spiders, the more terrible the internal pressure of the "No. 3 boiler". An Weng's soul realm continues to be eroded, but he still has to continue to speed up the process to ensure the power output of No. 3.

This is the stupidest consumption, but in a hurry, An Weng has no choice.

At this moment, An Weng felt that he and the Wushen chain were like two burning twists, and it was up to him to see who burned to the end first, ignited the explosives, and shattered them with a bang.

"Truth is above!"

"Buzz!"

Prayer and trills occurred at the same time, and another wave of hedge exploded on the chains, and the powerful impact finally broke through the limit of the dark chains, causing it to suddenly lose its characteristic structure and collapse with a buzz.

Number 3 came to a halt, and his chains were broken.

However, Ann was not happy.

At this moment, his soul area has shrunk to two-thirds of its heyday, and a large number of memory materials have disappeared, even with his tenacious will, there has been a period of trance.

In addition, in the final power hedging stage, An Weng had no spare strength to defend other places, and Zheng Xiao's "kite line" was also broken.

No. 3 was suspended in the vast starry sky, starry and starry, but there was no clear clue to tie it, it seemed to be lost in the starry sky and lost its direction.

An Weng breathed a sigh of relief, combing through the messy soul area, and also tried to take the opportunity to increase his control over No. 3.

But just as his soul area gradually infiltrated and spread to the chaotic area of No. 3, the internal pressure of the "No. 3 boiler" ignited with a roar after a short period of cooling.

The scorching pain of the poisonous fire hit, and An Weng endured it to ensure that his heart was clear, but his mind still sank heavily.

No. 3 slowly circled his body, his instincts restless again, and it was even stronger than during the fierce battle before.

At this moment, An Weng heard a fine bass, like the background noise that exists all the time in the metropolis, imperceptible, and ubiquitous, and when you look closely, you can see a wealth of mixed information.

In this subtle and difficult to ignore noise, the shadow is like a dirty river, silently spreading. A large, ugly body, floating from it, with its arthrops parted and its eyes flickering, was on the side of No. 3 at first glance, and when its rickety and bent body completely floated above the shadow water, it had reached the front of No. 3.

Through the perspective of No. 3, An Weng locked onto the target, this human-faced spider was obviously larger than No. 3, and his body was more solid, and the strong pressure on his face made No. 3's restlessness more and more difficult to suppress.

No. 3's instinct should be inclined to escape, but in the end he stayed in this "star field".

This has nothing to do with courage, the reason for this is actually the invisible force of order, which has been placed in this vast starry sky and turned into a strange cage. Even though it is boundless and wide, the two human-faced spiders have been firmly interlocked, and only by deciding the winner and dividing life and death is the final ending.

It's the mysterious chain......

It seems to be shattered, but in fact, it has changed from tangible to intangible, using more incredible forms to arrange order, and showing an inescapable coercive force.

An Weng had just clarified this understanding, and the fight between the human-faced spiders had begun again.

The human-faced spider is not like an intelligent life, there is no nonsense to talk about, driven by instinct, both sides turned on the charge mode and collided violently.

With just one face, No. 3's left chelicera was bitten off by a strong enemy and swallowed into the abdomen, while the sharp arthropod on the same side of No. 3 also stabbed into the side of the opponent's humanoid body, the wound burned, and the blood flames soared.

The two human-faced spiders let out a silent roar of pain at the same time, but this direct wrestling mode did not change in the slightest, like returning to the classical Colosseum, using the bloodiest form to please others.

So at the moment, who is the object of their please?

An Weng strives to keep his thoughts coherent in the confrontation of the human-faced spiders: the change of chains shows a subtle switch of the forces of order, which is by no means a spontaneous change, at least there is a framework that encompasses this starry sky.

Who does the frame belong to?

An Weng knew the answer, but in the face of this vast starry sky, even with his old spiciness, it was difficult to come up with proper means to lock the person behind the curtain for a while.

Unless......

No. 3's body trembled again, it was completely inferior in the "gladiatorial fight", at this time, half of the ugly face was bitten off by the strong enemy, half of the six-colored demon eyes were missing, and the breath weakened sharply.

If it goes on like this, there is no chance of winning.

It only took a tenth of a second for An Weng to make his final judgment, and the corresponding choice did not take any more time.

In the soul area, a dark orb appeared, and it was densely covered with strange patterns. This was the secret curse he had formed before in order to kill Ronan as quickly as possible.

At this time, An Weng did not hesitate, the soul power ran over, shattering the secret curse, and the deadly negative power swept through the soul area.

The pain of the mind cannot be described in words, but it can be vented in a similar pattern. His mind stirred, and he roared on the spiritual level:

"Ronan!"