Most of the droplets that were thrown off didn't have time to hit the ground at all, and they were directly crushed and even catalyzed by the extreme force that was drumming back and forth in the room.

The entire room instantly turned into a boiler with full horsepower, and the boiling air expanded dramatically, and the next second, it exploded for the second time.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the bedroom, which opened onto the terrace, could not withstand the air pressure in this small space at all, and shattered. The curtains were wrapped in shards of glass and twisted alloy frames, as if swept away by a storm, blowing down on the lower deck and beyond.

There were also two blood donors, who were lying near the floor-to-ceiling windows, were also carried by the impact storm and slipped against the ground and hit the tempered glass fence on the terrace......

When the storm blows out of the house, it is the turn of the air flow on the surface of the sea to pour back, mixed with moist moisture. Outside, the clouds were getting lower and lower, almost connecting with the sea, as if they could fall at any moment and pour down.

For those in the center of the eye of the storm, these are just meaningless details.

However, with such a momentum, it is inevitable that it will be out of the circle.

Not to mention how the lower deck on this side jumped, the gunfire and explosions that rang out from the senior suite on the bow of the ship instantly pushed a large number of so-called upper-class people in this area into the conjecture of being killed in "terrorist activities".

Panic and confusion spread rapidly.

Compared with this kind of imaginary turmoil caused by fragmented information, the abyss's shift from restraint to unrestrained detonation is obviously more intuitive for some people.

Again, for the transcendent, a mere Emerald Light is too small.

You can still pretend not to know about the first wave of fighting, and when this sudden escalation of strong hedging appears, many transcendent species who were previously dizzy by Ronan's endless scriptures can't help but be refreshed, and they have projected inductions here, which is called a fairboard.

In particular, a few spiritual sides are the most.

In fact, this kind of movement can also be sensed by some B-level spiritual sides, but they are limited by their abilities, or they are directly frightened back by the dangerous environment where extraordinary minds gather.

Undoubtedly, attention is also a distraction.

It's just a matter of changing the usual, but now Wang Yong is being disturbed by continuous variables, and his thoughts are inevitably again

One scattered.

Bad luck...... However, this mode of operation of power is so familiar!

Who's here?

Whatever the reason, Wang Yong's shaking of his mind really left Takar a space and time to stretch.

Takar did take the chance...... Let's just count it on him!

The body, which is far more majestic than ordinary people, is driven by that explosive power, like a bowstring that shakes wildly after being full, and suddenly unfolds regardless of any damage.

His ears, nose and mouth were already stained with blood, and his eyes were even more blood-red, obviously bearing this kind of power beyond the limits of the human body, posing a great burden on his body.

But the fact that he can withstand this power without dying proves that he has the qualifications to struggle for survival.

His mouth was still wide open, and there was still no discernible sound coming out of his throat, only the muffled sound that directly pressed the air and forcibly broke the domain controlled by Wang Yong.

It was like a thunderclap ringing in my ears.

Earlier than the thunder, there was a flying electric fire.

It's just that this wave of electric fire is no longer piercing from behind Wang Yong, but bursting directly from Takar's body.

This time, even if Wang Yong is a fool, he can finally capture that familiar feeling and transform it into a conclusive concept:

Electromagnetic ...... Jin Tong!

Wait, Takar seems to be electromagnetic too?

Useful and useless thoughts are constantly intertwined with influences, and in this trance, Takal has been wrapped in a dazzling electric chain, and he rushes forward like a mad bull, straight into the area of Wang Yong's middle palace.

I have to say that Takar's control of power is extremely rough, and there are some subtle and ambiguous places at the level, but the power he is holding at this time has indeed formed a substantial threat to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong's eyes were cold, he returned his fists, elbows, and knees, and his perfect control allowed him to effectively mobilize the qi and blood power of his whole body between the changes in square inches.

The raised knees fell, and the entire bedroom floor was shaken and deformed like waves, and the appearance of the room became more and more unbearable. And the electric chain rushing in his face was like flowing water, cutting at the edge of Wang Yong's reef-like defensive force field, even though a small part of it penetrated in.

It only made half of his body slightly paralyzed.

Instead, Wang Yong took advantage of the step, agitating the gathered qi and blood power, blending with the turbulence he submitted in the abyss area, and the potential explosive power, a side hook, hit Takar in the flank.

This punch was extremely ruthless, and when it hit, Takar's body was like an electric shock, his body twitched and jumped, and the lower left half of the flank bone was instantly shattered, and the explosion sound from his wide open mouth was also cut off by choking blood foam.

After a successful blow, Wang Yong frowned.

Because of the punch he hit, there was an undeserved "side slip" in the back half.

Takar's previous "jump" was essentially like a slippery loach, and it was very clever to undo the heavy blow that could have caused his internal organs to be completely out of place. The body was also planted diagonally to the side, just staggered with Wang Yong.

This should have nothing to do with the golden tung or electromagnetic direction, but rather from the yoga foundation of the traditional practice of the subcontinent.

This time, it was completely Takar's instinct, and it had indeed reached the limit of what he could handle. His blood-red eyes were out of focus, and his mind was completely dazed.

And the direction in which he planted it was where Tug was.

The whole bedroom is only how big it is, especially the area at the foot of the bed, and the "blood donors" placed on the wall, Wang Yong, Tu Ge and Takar, who are all extremely strong people, and the three of them are piled up here, filling this area to the brim. Except for the moment when Takar broke through the wall, all other actions had to be carried out between square inches......

After all, old Ells isn't dead, is he?

Takar's planting was indeed crashing into Tu Ge's back, and the lightning on his body was bright and out, and he was still very bluffing. Wang Yong returned his hand and grabbed at Takar's vest again.

It was also this opportunity that Wang Yong glanced in front of Tu Ge, but saw that this strong man, whose strength was still above him, happened to pinch the bright red sarcoma in the palm of his hand, and then exerted his strength.

With an indescribable strange sound, the whole mass of sarcoma was forcibly pinched into plasma by Tu Ge and burst out from between his fingers.

Some hit Takar directly in the face, a bloody patch.

"So ruthless...... But it's also counted? ”

Wang Yong naturally flashed such a thought.

But in the next moment, a sharp and piercing hiss burst out, filled with the meaning of madness and chaos—the source of its outbreak was in Tuge's palm.