The sense of existence of the alienated Youjiang is suppressing the existence of all kinds of chaotic phenomena produced by the explosion, although it is almost impossible to see her figure from such a distance, but it can make people close their eyes and block their ears, and they can also feel that there is such an individual who is incompatible with those phenomena, like standing out from the crowd, like a white lotus out of the mud, like a small bit of ink in the middle of the white paper. The cosmic background in that area suddenly became a foil, and the stars, light, the dark void, and all kinds of wonders radiating out of the field of vision, obviously operating according to their own laws, but as if centered on the small being.

The Alienated Right River walked towards me, and stepping in the void was like walking on solid ground. As soon as she lifted her feet, the cosmic background that seemed to be centered on her and fully enhanced her existence slanted abruptly in my feelings. It's as if a three-dimensional object has been sharply sliced open, half of which slides down the profile and the other half slides outward in the squeezing. Is that space being cut? Is time being cut? Is the dimension being cut? I can't confirm it through my own observations, no, just by the five senses of people, it's a phenomenon that absolutely no one can really "see", and I can't understand it.

This is a phenomenon that only appears in my senses, as if hallucinations and illusions are the same phenomenon, and it is impossible to visualize the process in my mind. But after this hallucinatory process, which existed only in the senses, was completed in an indescribable time, the alienated Youjiang stood in front of me. The 100,000 meters between us, in less than a second, is only a few steps away. However, I don't think it's because the alienated Youjiang has jumped this distance by relying on the strange phenomenon before - I chew on this feeling in the short moment I am about to make contact.

Even though it is so inadmissible, I still use this little bit of precious time. I grind my feelings, pour the powder into my mind, stir it, and brew it into a strange coffee with my thoughts that are burning at a rapid pace. I drank it, and it wasn't bitter, but it was just as hard to swallow. It spread in my nerves.

Then, I determined that it was not the distance of the alienated right river that crossed the space to come to me, but the real thing was that the distance between us was inexplicably shortened. Rather, it was more like when I was retreating with speed, but in a place beyond my perception, I suddenly turned a corner and turned into a forward - I thought I was pulling away, but I was actively approaching the Alienated Right River.

Conception. Rebelled.

The alienated right river is the ultimate weapon, but it does not use the mysteriousness of the synchronization unique to the final weapon, but in such a more direct way, the advantage of the quick sweep is neutralized. Direct, precise, as if getting off the horse, bringing heavy pressure, compared with the practice at this time. The tactics she used in the previous battles with her. Instead, it's more like releasing water.

Although it was a bit of a blow, no, I should say, probably because in my heart, I still had the expectation of the opening, so. It was a heavy blow, but I wasn't exactly expecting it to start with an advantage, evenly matched or even outmatched. All to be expected. Perhaps, this is what it is called, which is unreasonably unacceptable, but not surprising.

Yes, such a development is not beyond imagination, as I have said in the past: anything that is not beyond imagination is not worth being surprised about.

Moreover, her high-pressure posture finally made me more convinced of my previous judgment.

"Sure enough, there is no alienation, it is always Youjiang, and there is no alienation of Youjiang. In the end, the weapon Youjiang was originally like this. "I don't know, if I'm saying it to myself or if I'm saying it to her. In this short moment of imminent contact, before the sound spreads, Youjiang and I have already collided.

We were so close that we had lost the opportunity to shoot. In the face of Youjiang's fist, I didn't even have the idea of hard connection. Although Youjiang's humanoid physique doesn't seem to have an upper limit like Tomie's, and his combat skills don't seem to have a lower limit like Tomie's, even if I'm a fourth-level demonic pattern envoy, I don't think I can beat the other party when it comes to physical fitness and combat skills. In other words, I don't have any advantage other than "speed", and when "speed" temporarily loses its advantage because of the opponent's unexpected move, the overall combat ability is even more inferior.

So, don't fight, don't choose to attack, but, take out all the defenses you can do at this moment!

The fragmented invisible high-speed passage has begun to connect, I gathered my body, covered my head with both hands, and the fourth-level magic pattern constantly covered the defensive layer on my arm, and at the same time, under the inherent thrust of the invisible high-speed channel, I shifted my own movement route. However, in such a short period of time, every time she staggered with Youjiang, Youjiang would reappear in the front - as if there was a force that kept her fixed in this "front", and as if there was a force that would eventually shift to her "front" no matter how I deflected, her fist would undoubtedly be solid, without the slightest deviation, and hit where she decided to hit.

I felt it, I coped, and then, as I expected, I suddenly felt a little bit in a trance. Then, the ferocious force penetrated the armor's defenses, shattering everything that protected the hands—whether matter or energy, scientifically or mysteriously—all under this seemingly purely physical impact. The moment I woke up from my trance, my arms were broken, and the force ran through my body, throwing me backwards. It dawned on me that it wasn't Youjiang's attack so strong that it could easily break through my defenses, but that my defenses, in the mystery of that conceptual rebellion, were weakened like a thin piece of paper.

Before, the retreat was reversed, and now, the defense is also reversed.

Still, if that's all there is, it's not enough to kill me. At the very least, I have to take out the destructive power of a blow that will break my bones, open my flesh, and burst my brain, otherwise, if my arm is broken and my body is thrown through, although it is embarrassing, it is still not fatal. I mustered up the courage to sweep quickly in the toss, forcibly twisting the square of inertia, and once again turned into a swift soaring in this void, and at once it was another 100,000 meters. Even without eyes. I can also feel that Youjiang is following closely, this is the synchronization of the final weapon? No, I felt it, and I looked intently, she was already in front of her, obviously trying to distance herself and regroup. However, her figure appeared in the direction of the swift sweep.

I seemed to go around in circles, and in this strange mystery, I circled back to her.

I saw her gently lift her jaw, revealing an inhumane, but in the human heart, described as a "hideous" smile. The presence of this smile, or rather. This hideous sense of presence quickly covered her whole body, as if she was no longer a human form, but turned into such a "smile".

Not a smiley, but a smile. Because, I can't see the facial features clearly, and I don't have the specific outline of the face. There is only one image, "a hideous smile". This image is not so much about seeing as it is about feeling. Then it turns into an imaginary, hallucinatory ghost that emerges before your eyes.

So, of course, this smile is only the size of a "human mouth". It's too big, and I'm like an elephant like an ant in front of this smile.

The illusion of this smile. Spread out towards the deep cosmic background, expanding beyond the edge barrier of the Eye of the Moon, which even I couldn't reach, and then, completely unhindered, penetrated out. It continues to spread, becoming as if it can swallow the entire dumbbell-shaped eye of the moon in one go. The appearance, scale and mystery of this smile are enough to turn a normal person into a madman, a scene that can only exist in an absurd imagination, as if only a master painter can express it on paper in a messy line and color block through his own brushstrokes that are not understood by ordinary people.

I may have used some metaphor to show this "smile" in my adventure novel, but I am pretty sure that I will never be able to describe the one percent of its true posture and the extreme fear that wells up in my heart when I experience it myself.

I wonder what will be followed by this "smile", maybe an attack? What kind of attack would it be? But none of these unknowns can shake my instincts - they must be avoided, and they must not be faced head-on in the next moment. All the idea of relying on speed, finding flaws, and assaulting one point is a fluke, and it will only lead to more tragic results.

So, driven by this survival instinct, my body is engaged in an invisible high-speed channel that is instantly generated in the way that my intuition portrays. This invisible high-speed corridor is spiral-shaped, and although no matter how it turns, it will evolve into a situation where "Youjiang is standing in front", but the spiral shape allows me to face this "front" while maintaining a small angle.

I don't know when I fell into a trance, but when I realized that I was sinking and that the darkness around me didn't look like a cosmic starry sky at all, I knew that I was in a nightmare. This is the world of consciousness, and there is no doubt that I have once again been directly impacted by the power of consciousness. This has happened many times in the fight against the moon god, and although not every time you have such conscious nightmares, it is in some ways better than "unconscious trance".

I couldn't help but think about more things, and there were disturbing thoughts in my thoughts, growing like weeds, and I couldn't figure out what I was thinking for a while. However, my mind is indeed rotating, and my mind is indeed lively, but because this rotation and liveliness are forcibly imprisoned in an invisible cage by the power of consciousness walking, it makes people feel particularly depressed. And this force that inhibits my thinking is my consciousness walking, which is working in the way I have set it up.

Immersing yourself in the world of consciousness, the sense of time makes a huge difference, maybe faster, maybe slower, most of the time faster, but I haven't seen an example of it being slower - I can't control this sense of time, but I think it's the former. Because, I hope, no matter how long I will fall in this darkness, after leaving, it will only be "for a moment".

If trance is unavoidable, then you must also make sure that you don't get killed in a moment of trance. I think that although I am in such a nightmare state, my body is still working, and I am working according to a pre-programmed program, but this belief is also an expectation in the end. And unless I can "wake up", I can't confirm that my body is working, and whether it is working in the way I set it to.

Although my intuition told me that what I was doing was to avoid Youjiang's next blow, I didn't know whether my body would still function when my consciousness was interfered with, as expected, and I didn't know how I would avoid the terrifying blow before it even began. Those kinds of problems have to be sober up before they have the opportunity to figure it out. If you don't avoid that blow and die, then all your doubts will not be answered.

The moment of wakefulness came suddenly, like a trance, without warning and without resistance. Before the scenery was clear, it became more blurry, as if I was about to fall into a state of consciousness again, but in the next moment I understood that it was not my consciousness that was wrong, but that the scene itself was blurring. It was as if the ink was immersed in the water, and the outline gradually dispersed, and everything I saw was scattered, and there was no figure of Youjiang in it.

Before my consciousness could turn again and make a judgment on the situation, the vague images suddenly turned into straight lines, swept behind me, and disappeared in an instant. My body seemed to be speeding too fast, and the original spiral passage had become a straight path. A new sight appeared before me, one that was very clear, the barrier of the dumbbell-shaped eye of the moon.

Although I had thought about it beforehand, when the barrier of the Eye of the Moon was so close to me, it also made me wonder how I did it. Even so, I thought about what I would do if I came here. So, I didn't even pause or waver for a moment.

The fourth-level magic pattern devoured the aftermath of the data hedge, and the huge artillery weapon condensed in my hands. (To be continued.) )