"Michael! No! No! Fang Wuhan roared as if his vocal cords were about to be torn, and he ran over with a string of bloody footprints, embarrassed like an impala being chased by a pack of wolves.

But Michael did not listen to him, and the girl with the long flowing hair in her hand and the cross-sword, without the slightest sign of hesitation, grabbed the young man from 402 and stabbed him.

The cross-sword, known as the "Sword of Creation", which is only recorded in mythology, pierced the young man through his abdomen, and the young man was thrown aside before he could even call for help, and Michael then walked towards the fat man.

"Michael! I beg you! I beg you! Don't kill, don't kill! Fang Wuhan ran over and tripped over a small step, his jaw broke on the ground, and blood soon flowed out.

Michael pierced the fat man with another sword, tossing him aside as if he had thrown a broken toy.

The other survivors all crawled to the side in panic to play Yang Feng and Uncle Pilot had already run more than ten meters away, but because it was a flat land nearby, they had nothing to hide, so they could only hide in the distance with all their might.

"Michael, I beg you, I beg you......" Fang Wuhan crawled to the girl's feet and hugged the girl in the long dress that had been soaked in blood and stains.

"Michael...... Please don't kill again, I love you, I love you......" Fang Wuhan cried hoarsely under Michael's body, but Michael still dragged him step by step towards Su Ya.

Michael slowly raised the "Sword of Creation", Fang Wuhan looked at Su Ya in despair, only to find that Su Ya was looking at him incredulously.

Su Ya's pure eyes reflected Michael's hideous and graceful body, as well as the blood-stained sword of creation.

Until the "Sword of Creation" stabbed down, Su Ya's gaze never took off Fang Wuhan's body, as if Michael did not exist in Su Ya's eyes.

Su Ya just looked at him incredulously, and the moment the "Sword of Creation" stabbed down, a stream of tears flowed out of her eyes......

Behind them, the sound of the dragon's roar sounded, the agitation of the membrane wings and the tearing sound of the air came, Fang Wuhan turned his head, Su Ya's blood splashed all over him, and at the same time, he also saw that the huge demon dragon fell from the sky and flew straight towards the pilot uncle and Yang Feng.

The huge black shadow passed on the ground like a dragonfly, and the claws of the demon dragon still left six deep marks on the ground, but Uncle Pilot and Yang Feng disappeared after this blow!

Fang Wuhan's eyes had already been filled with tears, and he couldn't tell whether it was a human or a demon dragon cut out of the ground, he just looked at it, and the two black dots on the ground stayed there without moving......

Michael didn't seem to have any intention of killing Fang Wuhan, and after stabbing Su Ya in her hand, she walked towards the four shivering patients hiding in the corner.

"Michael!" Fang Wuhan completely shouted out his throat, and as he roared, he coughed up a stream of blood and fell to the ground in a moment.

He watched the only survivors fall one by one with blood-red eyes, Uncle 302, Uncle Nerve, Uncle Nerve, Uncle Nerve, Uncle Nerve, Uncle Nerve, Uncle Ner

Although these four patients did not play a positive role in their plans and even dragged them down sometimes, Fang Wuhan never disliked them, and the "actor" Uncle Nerve had pushed him to the forefront several times, but even so, he did not complain at all.

Fang Wuhan watched these people fall one by one, each of them has their own personalities, some are bitter, some are cowardly, but they are all doomsday warriors, they are true warriors who have faced death and the most real darkness......

After seeing that there was finally no living person in front of him, Michael finally turned around and turned his lifeless eyes that could still amaze the world to Fang Wuhan.

As Michael approached him, a dead wind swept over them like a cold wind that had been sealed in an ice cave for thousands of years.

Fang Wuhan subconsciously shivered in this gust of dead wind, and Michael's blonde hair and long skirt scattered to the side with the wind, like angelic strokes that splashed wantonly but did not lose the elegance of the night at all.

A piercing dragon roar suddenly sounded in the air, and Michael and Fang Wuhan turned their heads into the air at the same time, only to see the demon dragon falling from the sky like a falling meteor, directly smashing a bungalow.

Michael was startled and stopped.

"He can't die yet." The heavens and the earth echoed with a lonely voice, and Fang Wuhan and Su Ya both looked around in the dead wind, but they didn't find a trace of abnormality.

An extremely light footstep appeared next to them, and although the sound was small, it was still caught by Fang Wuhan and Michael; They looked to the side and found a very thin but more than two meters tall "mummy" with blood-colored eyes like large candles, covered in gray-black shrouds, standing on the roof of a bungalow next to them.

Michael frowned, looking warily at the dead tree trunk-like fellow.

And Fang Wuhan's eyes were wide open,

"Michael! No! No! Fang Wuhan roared as if his vocal cords were about to be torn, and he ran over with a string of bloody footprints, embarrassed like an impala being chased by a pack of wolves.

But Michael did not listen to him, and the girl with the long flowing hair in her hand and the cross-sword, without the slightest sign of hesitation, grabbed the young man from 402 and stabbed him.

The cross-sword, known as the "Sword of Creation", which is only recorded in mythology, pierced the young man through his abdomen, and the young man was thrown aside before he could even call for help, and Michael then walked towards the fat man.

"Michael! I beg you! I beg you! Don't kill, don't kill! Fang Wuhan ran over and tripped over a small step, his jaw broke on the ground, and blood soon flowed out.

Michael pierced the fat man with another sword, tossing him aside as if he had thrown a broken toy.

The other survivors all crawled to the side in panic to play Yang Feng and Uncle Pilot had already run more than ten meters away, but because it was a flat land nearby, they had nothing to hide, so they could only hide in the distance with all their might.

"Michael, I beg you, I beg you......" Fang Wuhan crawled to the girl's feet and hugged the girl in the long dress that had been soaked in blood and stains.

"Michael...... Please don't kill again, I love you, I love you......" Fang Wuhan cried hoarsely under Michael's body, but Michael still dragged him step by step towards Su Ya.

Michael slowly raised the "Sword of Creation", Fang Wuhan looked at Su Ya in despair, only to find that Su Ya was looking at him incredulously.

Su Ya's pure eyes reflected Michael's hideous and graceful body, as well as the blood-stained sword of creation.

Until the "Sword of Creation" stabbed down, Su Ya's gaze never took off Fang Wuhan's body, as if Michael did not exist in Su Ya's eyes.

Su Ya just looked at him incredulously, and the moment the "Sword of Creation" stabbed down, a stream of tears flowed out of her eyes......

Behind them, the sound of the dragon's roar sounded, the agitation of the membrane wings and the tearing sound of the air came, Fang Wuhan turned his head, Su Ya's blood splashed all over him, and at the same time, he also saw that the huge demon dragon fell from the sky and flew straight towards the pilot uncle and Yang Feng.

The huge black shadow passed on the ground like a dragonfly, and the claws of the demon dragon still left six deep marks on the ground, but Uncle Pilot and Yang Feng disappeared after this blow!

Fang Wuhan's eyes had already been filled with tears, and he couldn't tell whether it was a human or a demon dragon cut out of the ground, he just looked at it, and the two black dots on the ground stayed there without moving......

Michael didn't seem to have any intention of killing Fang Wuhan, and after stabbing Su Ya in her hand, she walked towards the four shivering patients hiding in the corner.

"Michael!" Fang Wuhan completely shouted out his throat, and as he roared, he coughed up a stream of blood and fell to the ground in a moment.

He watched the only survivors fall one by one with blood-red eyes, Uncle 302, Uncle Nerve, Uncle Nerve, Uncle Nerve, Uncle Nerve, Uncle Nerve, Uncle Ner

Although these four patients did not play a positive role in their plans and even dragged them down sometimes, Fang Wuhan never disliked them, and the "actor" Uncle Nerve had pushed him to the forefront several times, but even so, he did not complain at all.

Fang Wuhan watched these people fall one by one, each of them has their own personalities, some are bitter, some are cowardly, but they are all doomsday warriors, they are true warriors who have faced death and the most real darkness......

After seeing that there was finally no living person in front of him, Michael finally turned around and turned his lifeless eyes that could still amaze the world to Fang Wuhan.

As Michael approached him, a dead wind swept over them like a cold wind that had been sealed in an ice cave for thousands of years.

Fang Wuhan subconsciously shivered in this gust of dead wind, and Michael's blonde hair and long skirt scattered to the side with the wind, like angelic strokes that splashed wantonly but did not lose the elegance of the night at all.

A piercing dragon roar suddenly sounded in the air, and Michael and Fang Wuhan turned their heads into the air at the same time, only to see the demon dragon falling from the sky like a falling meteor, directly smashing a bungalow.

Michael was startled and stopped.

"He can't die yet." The heavens and the earth echoed with a lonely voice, and Fang Wuhan and Su Ya both looked around in the dead wind, but they didn't find a trace of abnormality.

An extremely light footstep appeared next to them, and although the sound was small, it was still caught by Fang Wuhan and Michael; They looked to the side and found a very thin but more than two meters tall "mummy" with blood-colored eyes like large candles, covered in gray-black shrouds, standing on the roof of a bungalow next to them.

Michael frowned, looking warily at the dead tree trunk-like fellow.

And Fang Wuhan's eyes were wide open,