"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

On the rooftop, Wu Wei seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and his whole body was completely soaked with sweat.

'Assimilation' consumed too much of his mental power.

The so-called assimilation is to inject one's own spiritual power into the dead thing, so as to achieve the purpose of controlling the dead thing.

Assimilation may seem simple, but it's not easy to do.

After the spiritual power is injected into the dead object, the state between the two must be synchronized.

This is not to use subtle spiritual power to synchronize dead things, or to use huge spiritual power to forcibly change dead things, so as to achieve the purpose of synchronization.

To take a simple example, we need to control a stone, then after injecting spiritual power into the stone, the spiritual power must be as still as a stone.

But it is obvious that the stone cannot be simply static, and there must be many external factors in it. Such as the blowing of the wind, the slight vibration of the earth's crust, and so on.

If it is synchronized with the stone and reaches a state of simultaneous rest, we say that the stone has been assimilated.

At this time, if another person wants to pick up the assimilated stone, it depends on whether the person who has assimilated the stone is strong enough in spirit.

And the above is just the assimilation of the stones in the static state, you can imagine how difficult it is for Wu Wei to assimilate the bullets in the state of movement.

His mental needs are like bullets, experiencing constant acceleration, constant high-speed movement. Not only that, but the terrifying air barrier will be like an impregnable wall, blocking him at all times.

Not to mention, the moment the bullet touched the floor-to-ceiling window, Wu Wei forcibly pulled out his spiritual power from the bullet, and then assimilated countless glass shards.

This was no longer a simple preliminary assimilation, because he assimilated too much in an instant, and at the same time forcibly changed the trajectory of the glass shards, and this was still a distance of thousands of meters.

If the spiritual power consumed by the initial assimilation is additive, then the spiritual power consumed by changing the movement trajectory of the dead object and assimilating is multiplication.

The consumption of the two alone is not an order of magnitude, let alone the subtle control in it.

The final assimilation is still too reluctant for Wu Wei now!

At the moment, he only felt as if thousands of needles were piercing his entire brain, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even make a sound.

Not only that, but he couldn't lift up a single piece of strength in his body now, and if you ignored the sound of his heavy breathing, he was completely like a corpse lying on the rooftop.

At the Triumph Hotel, countless pieces of glass smashed like bullets on the crow's body, smashed the ground around him, smashed the floor, smashed out the reinforced concrete structure, and splashed countless dust.

In the midst of the dust, the crow's painful wail resounded throughout the Triumph Hotel.

It all seems slow, but it only takes a few seconds from happening to ending.

"Tick! tick! tick!"

The splashed dust was slowly dissipating, ticking like the dripping sound of an unclosed faucet, clearly reaching the ears of the three conscious people in 702.

This voice, like the whisper of death in the ear, is very terrifying.

In the dust, a tall figure slowly stood up from the ground in embarrassment.

When the dust was completely gone, a bloody man with a body covered in shards of glass, no intact skin on his body, and a shattering destruction of his right shoulder, stood silently.

"Ahh

Yao Luoxi looked at the monster standing in front of him again, completely frightened by his horror.

"What kind of monster is this?"

No. 2 and No. 3, who were hiding in the toilet, also felt very desperate at this time.

The gray crow turned his head painfully and looked at Yao Luoxi on the ground, and then turned his gaze to the toilet where No. 2 and No. 3 were.

After a moment, his hoarse windmill-like voice muttered to himself, "Is this a warning?"

As soon as his voice fell, the whole person turned into an afterimage, and jumped directly from the broken floor-to-ceiling window.

"Attention, everyone, the prisoner has jumped from above. ”

The shrill horn, overshadowing the incessantly blaring siren, clearly reached the ears of all police officers.

"Send a team to 702 to rescue, and the rest of the people are on standby, strictly guarding all intersections. ”

Yang Yankai said and walked out of the police car, his deep gaze firmly locked on the figure who jumped down from it.

This time, he decided to take matters into his own hands, no matter what the temple's attitude was!

The falling crow was keenly aware of his gaze, and the gaze of the two of them briefly passed through the air.

"Bang!"

"Oh no, he's on the second floor!"

Yang Yankai's heart was tight, just now due to the urgency of time, he only had time to evacuate the people around the Triumph Hotel, and those guests who had already stayed in the hotel, some did not leave.

The gray crow, covered in blood, is like a demon that has just crawled out of hell. His face blankly swept across the shivering crowd on the second floor, hiding in the corner.

"That should be enough. As he spoke, the palms of his hands instantly turned pitch black, and the blackness continued to increase, as if it was about to fall out of his palms.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, two small bottles, one white and one red, fell out of his pitch-black palm and fell to the ground and shattered.

At the same time, Yang Yankai had also come to the restaurant on the second floor.

Before he could speak, he felt danger coming his way. The fist that was swung out instinctively did not seem to hit the real thing.

"Blood?"

He looked at the bright red liquid that splashed on the back of his hand, squirming and slowing down, and a sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in his heart.

He looked up and saw that the scenes were full of grief.

At this time, everyone in the restaurant was quickly covered with a liquid like blood.

"Stop!"

Yang Yankai was full of excitement, and he flashed and came behind the gray crow in an instant.

It's just that his fist, which already contains terrifying power, has not yet landed on the motionless gray crow, and it has been poured out from the toilet, from the kitchen, from the top and bottom, left and right, like a tentacle of water, and pressed it fiercely in place.

"Ahh

He roared loudly, and the strength of his whole body swelled.

Boom!

Like a balloon filled with water bursting, Yang Yankai got rid of the shackles of water tentacles. It's just that there are gray crows in front of him, and the entire second-floor restaurant where he is is has been completely covered with water.

"What kind of monster is that?"

Outside the Triumph Hotel, people in the distance were all stunned as tentacles made of water protruded from the glass wall.

Boom!

As soon as the tentacles came out, they slammed into the police cars that formed a blockade around them.

In an instant, several indestructible steel whips swung wildly, tearing everything around them to pieces.

Whether it's a small police car, or a building next to it.

Is this really made of water?

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and the crowd of onlookers instantly panicked. Not only them, but also the surrounding residents began to join in the escape.

You push me, I push you, and if you fall, you can't get up again, and the cries, noises, and cries for help are intertwined, and the noise turns the city upside down.

"Open it for me!"

With an earth-shattering roar, Yang Yankai tore through the monster's ironclad exterior water, and at the same time, his voice also quieted the panicked crowd for a short time.