Selena's neck, as bright and warm as mutton fat and white jade, was covered with green tendons like dense cobwebs.

As if the dilapidated bellows had been forcibly pushed, she breathed as hard as she could, struggling to suck in the dusty air.

The Black Queen from the Hellfire Club stared at the stone palms that had been thoroughly pierced by countless pitch-black spears, waiting.

Tick.

A drop of blood seeped out of the crack in the stone palm, followed the gap in the texture, and fell to the ground.

The corners of Selena's mouth rose upward, outlining a clear arc.

Tick, tick,

Blood kept splattering.

The palms of the stone palms were like eaves on a rainy day, pouring blood downward.

Soon, a pool of blood piled up on the ground. The pale foam gathered in the center of the pool of blood, reborn as the blood droplets splashed, and then burst in an instant.

Selena's smile froze.

Because from the stone palm came a voice.

Knock, knock, knock.

It's a heartbeat, a heartbeat that's so faint that it's hard to ignore.

The Black Queen's face had never been so gloomy, and an emotion called "panic" flashed in her eyes,

There are no incantations, no chanting, and the special magic created by relying on life energy takes effect instantly.

Hundreds of pitch-black spears slowly emerged in the void, driven to harness, and shot through the huge stone palm.

The heartbeat continued.

Like the fetal movements of a nameless and formless beast in the chaos, an indescribably vast pressure descends on it, and any commanding life can feel the fear that originates from the depths of the bone marrow.

"Damn! Damn it! Damn it! ”

Selena, who was about to split, was no longer the noble and cold posture she had just now, her lips trembling and squirming unconsciously, searching for every bit of life energy she could find in her body.

Her smooth skin became chapped and rough, her slender waist gradually built up layers of folds and fat, and her face was like a decrepit old woman, covered with deep wrinkles.

Giving naturally brings gains.

She held out a finger.

An unimaginably large amount of magic power gathered at his fingertips, and the extremely cumbersome incantation was chanted in an instant, and the space began to tremble, rippling like ripples.

A flick of the finger is sixty moments, and nine hundred lives and deaths in an instant.

In this moment, a light lit up on Selena's fingertips.

Light is a series of electromagnetic waves that can be seen by the human eye, which is composed of photons as elementary particles, and has particle nature and wave nature.

Light itself has no color, and more precisely, what humans think of as color is only the result of the eye's perception of visible light from electromagnetic waves.

At this moment, the light condensed with Selena's fingertips is the most condensed pale.

Chaotic beams with an electronic spectrum of 390nm~760nm are mixed together to form this pale pillar of light the thickness of a finger.

The Black Queen's waist-length hair scorched and shrunk at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the scorching smell of the protein being ablated away wafted in the wind.

Her tall and proud figure withered, and her back was no longer smooth and smooth, but she could see through the layer of skin, and she could glimpse the protruding backbone.

None of this matters.

Selena didn't care how terrifying her appearance was at this time, she held up this slender beam of light, her eyebrows and eyes were full of indifference.

She let go of life and death, let go of fear, and let go of those distant memories that Shen Ke flashed.

She held the beam of light and slashed diagonally towards the stone palm.

Any dust that blocks the front of the beam. All of them were crushed and destroyed in an instant, and those indestructible steel and concrete also crumbled and cracked in the beam.

Selena is not Kong Yiji, so she did not draw the word "fennel" on the stone palm.

What she painted was a ×.

The symbol, which resembles a cross placed diagonally, is engraved on each stone.

On the bare surface of the rock, crystallization due to high temperatures can even be seen.

No one could survive such an attack, the Black Queen was sure of that.

She let go of her palm, her eyes flashed with dazedness and confusion, and a sense of emptiness and weakness overflowed her heart, and the whole person involuntarily fell forward.

The ravine-crisscrossed floor was rapidly approaching in sight, and Selena tried to reach out to support herself before the impact, but her withered wrists were clearly not up to the task.

Snap, Selena fell.

In view of the fact that her appearance at the moment is a pale old woman rather than a cold and glamorous royal sister, this flat fall is not cute at all.

The brain seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel needles, and there was an irrepressible tingling pain, and the mouth was filled with a sweet and cold smell of blood.

If it weren't for the support of her strong will, Selena would have passed out completely.

Not yet, fall here.

She struggled to reach out her palms, clumps of fingernails gripping the cracks in the floor, moving her decaying body with all her might.

She needs blood.

The pool of luscious and clear blood lay quietly half a meter in front of her.

The smell produced when the blood foam bursts is swept by the breeze and fills the nasal passages.

Finally, Selena's fingers pressed into Leon's pool of blood.

The scarlet fountain of life soaked Selena's arms, and the wrinkles were quickly smoothed out as if under an iron, and the chapped skin was crystal clear again, and the scorched hair was rejuvenated.

The footsteps in the hallway were getting closer, and Selena could even faintly hear the heavy gasps of the security personnel.

Time to go.

The Black Queen sat on the ground with great difficulty with her arms on her lean, and held a pool of blood in her dusty palm and held it to her lips.

"Is it good?"

The sudden greeting sounded like thunder, Selena looked up in disbelief, saw Leon lying on the remaining foundation of the stone palm, poked her head out, and asked with a chuckle, "If it's good, drink more." ”

Astonishment, horror, hesitation, anger, these emotions were mixed together, and they all appeared on Selena's deformed face, which was half old woman and half noblewoman.

Li Ang raised his eyebrows and said casually: "What is the name of that beam of light you just now?" ”

"No name."

Selena lowered her eyes and said quietly, "I just use it naturally." ”

Li Ang nodded noncommittally and said with a smile: "Are you curious, how did I come back to life?" ”

The Black Queen didn't answer the question, she lowered her palm to a pool of blood, letting the blood stain penetrate the veins of the palm prints.

Leon smiled and twisted his body forward so that Selena could see where he was.

His body was covered with penetrating holes, and the wounds left by the black spears were so horrific that they could peek through the holes to peek into the vultures that were beating endlessly.

His chest is also carved with X-shaped scars left by the beams of light, and the cross-sections of skin, flesh, nerves, bones, and organs are clearly visible.

"After studying the primitive cells of Lars Gul El that had been soaked in Lazarus Pool, I also gained some physical recovery abilities."

Leon said gently, "Actually, if you just used the beam to draw a few more strokes, and the drawing was more complicated, maybe a little bit might kill me." ”