In his own realm of consciousness, he can't do whatever he wants, and his combat ability has been greatly weakened, what is going on?

Yang couldn't figure it out.

But there is no doubt that all three of them are now in a very dangerous environment.

To Yang's surprise, the wounds on his body did not heal, and after losing the main regenerative ability of the symbiote fusion, his physical energy weakened rapidly with the increase of physical trauma and the massive loss of blood!

That's pretty.

You see, he was originally a person who had no head and was still alive, how could he have started to weaken just because he had been stabbed a few times?

Besides, this is the realm of consciousness.

The realm of consciousness yes.

To put it bluntly, it's in some kind of dream.

Could it be that he will die in this?

……

"Whew!!"

Those sexy young ladies are not sexy at all at this time.

They acted like beasts, like bloodthirsty demons, frantically squeezing towards the sun.

……

"Why can't we end this environment?!"

Yang shouted at Luo Yang, who was in the form of a nine-year-old boy.

"How the do I know, didn't you make this imaginary environment? You ask me?! The boy was covered in blood.

This state of affairs can be said to be very bad.

As for Luo, it can be seen that this guy is separated from the other side of the night by countless crazy women.

He, like Yang, is in very bad shape right now.

……

"Then you can stay around!"

Yang Yi raised his hand and threw Luo Yang into the air and hung it directly on the lampstand on the ceiling.

Then, with his backhand, he pinched the heads of the two men who rushed forward and smashed them to the sides, snatching the daggers from their hands.

Although he couldn't figure out why such a strange situation had happened now, since he couldn't make it all go away, he would deal with it in another way.

Hardcore a little ......

Kill them all and you're done.

……

Although Yang and Luo are compared to them in the real world, their combat ability has been greatly weakened, almost less than the single-digit state of their peak state, and their bodies are already covered with wounds.

But as a mercenary, killer, and criminal, before he became a non-human, he was the best at hand-to-hand combat, which was Luo's profession, and it was similar for Yang.

Killing people was still what they both did best.

It's just been a long time since I've experienced this feeling.

What does it feel like?

When the strength and speed of the limbs are suppressed to the lowest state, the kind of hand-to-hand combat that may hang up at any time, relying on skill and even luck to fight for life.

Compared to Yang, who has been a symbiote fuser for several years, this is already a very "original" and oldschool style.

……

"Kill them all!"

Luo stood on the other side of the night and shouted at Yang!

Yang, on the other hand, laughed hey.

If he had a head at this moment, he would definitely have a very hideous and terrifying smile on his face.

"It's a pity, I never thought I'd be so spicy one day."

He moved his wrist, making a crackling sound of bones wriggling.

……

This is probably the kind of scenario that comes closest to primitive killing.

Whether it was Luo or Yang, their murderous lives began in this form, and later they each occupied some stages in the path of the evolution of the somatic symbiote.

But the original stuff is not lost.

Even if the physical strength is weakened, how to use the dagger, the most vulnerable and most fatal part of the human body, is still familiar with the heart.

So when the two of them were awakened by the smell of blood emitted by all the wounds on their bodies, this encirclement and suppression began to change a little.

What does it mean to be a wolf into a flock?

……

Uh, no, it doesn't seem appropriate to use sheep to describe these crazy women.

It should be, the tiger into the wolf pack.

Yes, yes, tiger into the wolf pack.

That's the real state.

……

All the hoarse roars, the sparks of the cold weapons, and the flashes of light.

All this was played out in the dim night.

It's like a bloody feast.

……

Yang couldn't remember exactly how many people he had killed.

All he did was use his dagger to dismantle the people who were rushing towards him like crazy, dodging attacks from all directions as fast as he could.

But even so, he was constantly being hit with bloody gaps.

Blades and other sharp objects continued to tear through his torso.

There were even some madmen who pounced directly on his back, wrapped around him, and then opened his mouth to bite Yang's back.

……

This extremely barbaric way of fighting.

After almost twenty minutes.

……

……

"Ding......

Yang leaned against the bloody bar.

Somewhat annoyed, he threw the whaling fork dagger in his hand, which had pierced through an unknown number of corpses, to the ground.

He was covered in blood.

……

On the other side, Luo sat on the ground.

He's in equally bad shape.

In the shadows, it is not clear whether he is still alive or not.

But it's also very strange to say, they were originally in the realm of consciousness, and there should be no concept of life and death here, because only then did the real physical world exist.

In the realm of consciousness to exist is to exist, and not to exist is not to exist.

There is no such thing as death.

However, Yang now felt like he was about to die.

There was a deep hole in his abdomen that he didn't know which bitch had cut with a knife, and the blood inside was still pouring out.

……

And in the night show, there was no woman who could still move.

These young ladies with young and beautiful personalities are now lying in a pool of blood.

The entire dance floor is now a pool of blood, and the pungent smell of blood can directly smoke and spit out.

Yes, Luo and Yang.

Slaughtered all the people here.

Not a single one remained.

In the purest way of fighting, they used cold weapons to kill all the bitches who tried to tear them apart one by one.

……

Although they knew in their hearts that this was the realm of consciousness and that what was happening was still in their minds, the feeling of weakness that came from the injuries was real and intense, and they could clearly feel that death was constantly approaching them.

This terrible experience forced them to instinctively raise their vigilance.

Because they don't know what will happen to them if they fall here.

Will your consciousness just disappear?

As much nonsense as it sounds, what if?

If you hit the street like this, wouldn't it be no different from dying in vain?

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