This is! Black marsh anglerfish!

When facing a powerful predator, the underlying fear in the genes dominated Qi Yu's limbs, making Qi Yu unable to move, but Qi Yu no longer seemed to be as helpless as before, and the cold killing intent in his eyes slowly flooded out.

Yes! From the Battle of the Snow Forest against the Brain Aliens, to the Battle of the Black Marsh and Mark Hormo and their battle against the corpse puppets; From joining forces with female warriors to fight the Black Swamp Anglerfish, to fighting Charolo alone last night, those tragic or magnificent scenes, one by one, flashed quickly in Qi Yu's mind, and the fear in his heart retreated step by step.

Qi Yu felt his heart contracting violently, cold sweat was rapidly stopping secretion, his mouth and throat were no longer dry, the vision in his pupils was clearer, and his strength filled his limbs again.

You can move your fingers, and you can move your feet. Qi Yu finally turned his body with difficulty, bent down and grabbed the disciple who had fallen from the war slave behind him, and his arm gradually approached the black and gray killing weapon on the ground.

Maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a year, and the tip of Qi Yu's finger finally touched the cold body of the gun.

At that moment, all the strength of Qi Yu's whole body returned.

Everything around seemed to slow down, the soaring blood pressure seemed to slow down, the violent beating of the heart also slowed down suddenly, and Qi Yu's hand holding the butt of the disciple's gun finally stopped trembling.

The thumb gently flicked the tactile safety latch, the index finger slammed the trigger in the retainer, and the saucer-shaped snow-white mist hunted in the slender barrel exhaust window, enveloping the second half of the barrel, and the silver-white filament-like electric snake flashed in the mist at the bottom of the exhaust port, inspiring the snowy steel needles to fly to the center of the dense fog in front of him one by one.

Everything was done in a matter of moments.

"Ang !!!!!"

A short and passionate voice sounded in the dense fog, and large droplets were scattered from behind the fog, Qi Yu did not stop firing, this is the anger of the super-speed steel needle on the black swamp anglerfish, and the killing is effective!

Qi Yu's cold eyes did not avoid the blood splashed on the black swamp angler's body at all, he just knelt down on one knee, his left arm with exposed green tendons tightly covered the body of the gun, and his right index finger was not picked up on the trigger at all, splashing the steel needle as fast as possible!

At this moment, Qi Yu seemed to have really become a killing god, but a huge void suddenly flashed in the dense fog in front of him, setting off countless vortices and coming towards him!

The pupils on Qi Yu's eyes were almost dilated to the extreme at that moment! The heart was beating again, with the pain of pins and needles, the skin was tense to the point of tearing, and the blood vessels even burst out of the earthworm on the arm, Qi Yu clenched his teeth, and in the air that was almost condensed, he desperately broke the muzzle of the disciple's gun before the hole approached him.

However, everything seems doomed to futility.

The disciple stopped roaring angrily at the moment when Qi Yu was hit by something invisible, the butt of the gun was hit Qi Yu's shoulder, the entire right shoulder softened weakly, and Qi Yu's body was folded from the waist and abdomen to an extreme angle, falling backwards.

In the sound of breaking, Qi Yu lay in the broken cargo box, his head down and did not move, and there was an obvious huge blood hole on his naked lower abdomen, constantly bleeding blood.

What's wrong with you, by the way, it seems that you were in a war with the lost crosser just now, but, was you defeated?

Qi Yu desperately wanted to raise his head, but his eyes were blurry, his arms were sore, he had difficulty breathing, only the sound of his heart beating was left in his ears, and the stinging pain of pins and needles spread all over his body, and he had no strength at all.

Suddenly, the pain of a violent pull came from Qi Yu's head again. Qi Yu felt that his whole body was lifted by his hair, and something in his stomach kept flowing down his legs to the ground. The blurred line of sight kept moving upward, until the hollow in front of Qi Yu's eyes slowly revealed a black figure with a whole body.

The black shadow was graceful, it seemed to be a woman, Qi Yu couldn't see it clearly, he only felt that the woman seemed to have looked at him for a long time, and finally lifted his hair and pushed Qi Yu's whole person on top of the cargo box.

Fuck, no one wants to talk about it except for his wife. The corners of Qi Yu's mouth twitched out of the most ugly sneer in the world, and he used all his strength to barely bring his left hand to his chest, and politely sent the most proud calligraphy work in his life to the figure in front of him.

A "convex" word.

Then, the moment Qi Yu's entire left hand finished writing, it was distorted, as if it had been kneaded and polished by an invisible machine, and became a soft dough. It's just that Qi Yu doesn't feel it at all now, and as the warm liquid in his stomach flows out more and more, Qi Yu's residual sobriety gradually disappears.

Until the messenger of mourning comes.

The slender hand covered with scales that seemed to breathe had just let go of Qi Yu's left hand, which was already as soft as mud, and it seemed like a thunderstorm was falling outside, and rumbling thunder was coming from outside the house.

Under the figure's shoulder-length black hair, the silver eyes had just revealed the confusion about the unexpected arrival of the shower, and a hurricane with the sound of mourning was already roaring in the warehouse!

At that moment, Qi Yu's hands just hung down on his waist.

At that moment, the little warmth in his stomach was just planning the next fall.

At that moment, the figure had just let go of the black hair in his hand.

I couldn't see it clearly at that moment.

Countless black feathers wrapped in blood-red meteors, passing behind the figure, splashing silver-white electric sparks, bringing up countless pieces of tiny and transparent black scales, and finally sparks behind the figure, setting off boundless red rain.

The black figure seemed to be only wrapped in a thin layer of dense scales on the outside, and the skin under the dense scales flashed, and it had lost the flesh and blood on its back, and the red tendons trembling on its entire back exposed the bones and joints.

But the figure seemed unconscious, as if it had no fear.

Turning his hand and letting go of Qi Yu, the figure hugged the stormy hurricane of the mourning messenger!

It's just that how can this be stopped?

In an instant, the dense white mist in the center of the warehouse was blown away by the wind, and the space resounded with noisy and fierce funeral cries, as well as a short and passionate sound that stopped abruptly.

It really rained in the warehouse, and the rain cleared.

The tall black shadow also turned into a blood-colored cloak and splashed on the floor of the warehouse, welcoming the last raindrops, and in the crimson, there was no flesh below the neck bone of the figure.

Qi Yu's figure disappeared at some point, and after a long time, the darkness in the corner moved, curled up and stretched, it was Pei Wang, who was dressed in black and gray.

Without any frightening gesture towards the scene in front of him, Dashang slowly walked over to the head covered with black hair, stared for a moment with pious eyes, and took out a green object from his arms. As soon as the thing appeared, it swallowed a vibrant emerald green light, and then it was placed in the flesh and blood by the great merchants.

Then the green light turned into something tangible, like a green mist, rolling up the flesh and blood on the ground, and condensing on the ground.

Pei Wang walked over to a headless war slave again, picked up the disciple who had been discarded aside, quickly removed the barrel and left only the receiver, and then went to the center of the green light mist that condensed flesh and blood—the gem.

Pull the trigger heavily, and the silver-white lightning instantly filled the entire warehouse.

The thick electric snake violently plowed over all the exposed surfaces of the warehouse, whether it was the piled goods, the headless war slaves, the winch chains on the roof, or the standing Pei Wang merchants, black smoke billowing up, bursting into incomparable flames.

Pei Wang Dashang did not fall, but the tentacle-like patterns on his gray and white visor became red at this moment, and there was a stabbing sound under his visor, and wisps of white smoke continued to drift out from the cracks in his visor.

The flesh in front of him disappeared at some point, and as the green gem put away the last wisp of light mist, Sai Xue's graceful body reappeared on the floor as if nothing had happened just now, and the gem became pitch black as the light mist retracted, and then disintegrated into tiny scales, enveloping the body.

Pei Wang Dashang knelt down reverently towards the body, ignoring the raging flames beside him and pouring down the wood, stone, bricks and earth.

In a short time, among the scattered green silks, the evil silver eyes opened again, and the figure slowly sat up, nodded to Pei Wang on the side and disappeared into the air.

At this moment, the panicked boatmen outside, holding all kinds of tools filled with water, rushed towards the warehouse, but saw their big merchants come out of the door that was spitting flames, nodded to their group of firefighters, and left.

The tall warehouse behind him collapsed with a bang, scattering the people who looked at each other.

And in the flames of the ruins, only the golden rudder and tattered gunwales stood still under the heavily fallen roof, unmoving.