At the moment when Frank Lucas was burned out of his soul by the "fire of revenge", the soul power in Natasha's body was almost completely drained. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Her figure became illusory in an instant, and it seemed as if it would disappear completely with a light touch!

For Natasha's current state, the dialect is not surprised, and the same Natasha herself is very clear.

This is what Natasha had already explained to her when she agreed to concoct the "Vengeful Spirit".

"If you have something, you have to pay!"

And Natasha, who was almost only left with hatred in her heart at that time, agreed to the dialect's proposal without the slightest hesitation.

As mentioned earlier, the "fire of revenge" is a fire that attacks by burning one's own soul as nourishment.

Previously, because there were runes to help Natasha forcibly suppress the power of the "Fire of Vengeance", Natasha's soul has always been in a state of low frequency of consumption.

That's why Frank Lucas has been able to hold out for so long under the "fire of revenge".

This was done in order to make Natasha last longer, and in order to make Frank Lucas suffer more pain and punishment.

And just now, because the dialect promised to give Frank Lucas a pleasure, he let go of the rune's control over the "fire of revenge".

In just a split second, the "Fire of Vengeance" drained almost all of Natasha's soul power. If it weren't for the runes that forcibly kept Natasha's last bit of soul core, I'm afraid Natasha's fate would be exactly the same as Frank Lucas!

Even so, Natasha's situation at the moment is extremely bad.

However, as the first "vengeful soul" concocted by the dialect, he naturally wouldn't watch Natasha hang up like this so easily.

The rune planted in Natasha's body is not only a switch to control the "Spirit of Vengeance", but also the last guarantee of Natasha's life!

"Click!"

At the last moment when Natasha's soul was about to be completely consumed by the "fire of revenge", the last function hidden in the rune planted by the dialect in Natasha's body was finally triggered and activated!

The rune, which originally looked like a combination of three rings, suddenly disintegrated at this moment, turning into the purest necromantic power.

But in an instant, it recombined into an inverted triangle rune, firmly locking Natasha's soul core, saving her from the fate of being completely consumed by the "fire of revenge".

After losing its soul fuel, the "Flame of Vengeance" finally began to gradually extinguish, and then turned into a spark and submerged into the runes of the vengeful spirit. Finally, under the seal of the rune, it turned into a dim yellow ball and began to fall in the direction of the ground.

"Smack!"

It was the dialect who reached out in time to catch the ball.

"Yes, it's a little better than expected!"

After holding the ball in front of his eyes and looking at it carefully, Fang Yan couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

Now the Vengeful Spirit is no longer a one-time consumable, but a witchcraft that can be used multiple times. When you find the right materials in the future, you can also strengthen her again.

After taking care of Natasha and Frank Lucas, Fang Yan turned and walked towards the stairwell. For the group of black gunmen who were still obediently crouching in the corner, Fang Yan didn't take another look.

As the figure of the dialect disappeared into the doorway of the stairwell, the black gunmen looked at each other in disdain.

"W-should we run away now?!"

A black gunman forced his voice and whispered to his companions.

The crowd was moved.

At this moment, another black gunman spoke: "Then what are you waiting for, let's run quickly, or we will wait for that gentleman to come out—"

Imagining what would happen if he fell into the hands of Fang Yan, everyone couldn't help but shudder instantly.

I don't know who started first.

Crash!

A large group of people stood up and ran to the door of the villa, wishing that they would have two more legs, for fear that if they ran slowly, they would be left behind by the dialect.

Fang Yan was not unaware of the movements of the group of black gunmen, but he didn't care about the black gunmen who had fled at the moment.

The stairwell of this villa has been converted into a storage room when the house was renovated.

After Fang Yan walked in, he found that it was already full of all kinds of miscellaneous things. If it weren't for Frank Lucas's reminder, the dialect would have been hard to guess, and there would have been an entrance to the basement.

After searching for several minutes, Fang Yan finally found the entrance to the basement. With the help of a few witchcraft tricks, he opened the door and walked into the basement without any problems.

The first time he walked into the basement, Fang Yan saw the stone statue of Seraphim on a table.

After a cursory look, and after making sure there were no traps or guards, the dialect walked straight to the table with the Seraphim.

Standing in front of the angel stone statue, looking at this angel stone statue that he had spent a lot of energy pursuing, Fang Yan couldn't help frowning. He didn't feel a trace of supernatural power on this angelic statue.

But judging from his investigation and the tragedy caused by Frank for the angel statue, this angel statue should indeed have something special.

"Looks like we'll have to check it myself."

Fang Yan stretched out his hands, carefully held the base of the angel statue, lifted her up with a slight force, and put it in front of his eyes to look carefully.

The Seraphim statue was not very large, less than twelve inches in size, but it was made of a stone and weighed quite a lot. If it's an ordinary adult, it's a bit of a struggle to lift him up.

As soon as his mind moved, Fang Yan began to mobilize his spiritual power to test the angel stone statue in his hand.

Stimulated by the spiritual power, the angel statue finally reacted, and a very holy light appeared from the surface of the angel statue.

"No, it's not the power of faith!"

Fang Yan's face changed as he felt an extremely familiar wave of power coming from it.

"Is this—the power of hell?"

Fang Yan's face became strange, in a stone statue of Seraphim, what was hidden was a power from hell, and it was an extremely high nature of hell power?

"I don't know which Maharaja's handiwork this is!" The dialect sighed.

In his slightly narrowed eyes, there was a flash of interest in the divine light,

"Things seem to be getting interesting!" (To be continued.) )