The distance was no more than five meters, the alienated Youjiang was moving, and I followed closely, the three-zhang red silk expanded in the rotation, sweeping away from the top of her head, under her feet, and in all directions, and the spearhead jumped out of this bright and fierce red, turning into a little cold star and piercing the alienated Youjiang. I can feel the force back into my wrist and judge what kind of effect the blow can achieve. The battlefield between me and the alienated Youjiang is like dividing a more vivid red alien space in the dreamlike red alien space, in my feelings, this is like a constantly rotating ball, and I and the alienated Youjiang are the forces that drive the rotation of this circular ball from the inside.

We are in motion, we are entangled, we are resisting each other, there is an invisible repulsion between us, trying to separate our distance, and there is a suction born from the will to bring ourselves closer to each other. This kind of distance is so sharp, it can be completed hundreds of times in just one second, this is also a kind of vibration, a kind of frequency, the quark in the sky uses chain judgment to observe this frequency, feedback to my mind, just like this spherical battlefield where I and the alienated Youjiang are in, constantly expanding and compressing, wave after wave of impact radiating outward, the closer to the center, the more cracks will be produced in the space eroded by red.

In my opinion, this is the most fierce and hearty attack I have ever played in a battle without critical weapons, even if it is a gun array refined with a fourth-level demon pattern, it must be inferior in terms of attack intensity of these five meters alone. Moreover, it is only possible to observe, design, and guide the behavior of alienating Youjiang with such precision. The wider the range, the more factors to be calculated, and the more time and space to give this monster a reaction, the greater the effect will be. The dense coverage of the gun array, although also powerful, but. The route after the artillery fire was out of the chamber did not have the flexibility to engage at close range, and it was also inferior in speed, so that it was almost impossible to avoid the red light erosion turned by the red scarf that alienated Youjiang.

I always have a positive attitude towards my choices and intuition, and I feel that what I have done at this time is already the greatest interference I can make in the current state of alienation. I'm more sure. The alienated Youjiang did not fall into decline because of such a fierce blow, and this wave of attacks was released, and it was absolutely impossible to achieve a direct victory. Still, I've done my best. My brain was burned blank, my internal organs were rolling, my muscles were torn, and my seven orifices were bleeding, but I just relied on my will to keep shooting! Shoot! Shoot!

One second. Two seconds, three seconds –

I had lost the count of my shots, and the line composition formed in my mind by the observation of chain judgment had broken one by one, and I felt like I had drained every drop of blood, and the current that had once rushed in my nerves was on the verge of drying up. I couldn't even breathe, as if my lungs had dried up into a blank sheet of paper. I have a numb feeling of pain, and I can't resist the fear that hasn't gone away.

I finally stopped. The demonic wind gray mist under his feet also completely disintegrated, completely separated from the smoke and clouds in the sky. Re-transform into a cloak and attach it to the armor. I fell from the sky, but I didn't have any thoughts of preventing the impact of the fall. The seemingly endless spear light finally disappeared without a trace, and the whirlpool formed by the long red silk completely dissipated. I didn't move, I still fell by myself, not only my body, but also the idea of "moving" was extremely difficult. I don't think I can do anything more. As soon as this feeling is generated, it sweeps through every cell.

The observation picture composed of chain judgments faded from my mind like a tide, and there was not a drop left. The only thing I can do. I just opened my eyes and saw the figure that smashed diagonally to the ground like a cannonball with my fall.

- What a monster.

I didn't feel any victory, and I couldn't even predict how much of the previous barrage of attacks would work. I tried my best, but I didn't feel like I'd done my best, and I was left with a sense of uncertainty about nothing. However, seeing the figure fly out and smash to the ground faster than me, I still felt that my efforts were not completely unrewarded. At least, in these three seconds, this terrible enemy didn't even have room to fight back, and the red color that enveloped the surrounding 100 meters had already been torn apart, revealing the original color of the gloomy wasteland in the temporary data hedging space of the peninsula.

Another large, strange silhouette swooped down on the place where the alienated right river fell, it was a multi-armed humanoid gray mist demon, and at the same time, a force grabbed my waist and fell to the ground at a more gentle speed. The figure holding me was a mass of light without warmth, and it was a man named Novsky. At the same time as we landed, the size of the Gray Mist Demon had risen to more than ten meters tall, and when the Alienated Right River smashed into the ground, it released a burst of impact, and the boulder-like fist had already smashed through this shock wave, falling straight down on the place where the Alienated Right River fell.

A huge explosion sounded, and the fist of the Gray Mist Demon seemed to ignite a huge amount of explosives, and an even more ferocious shock wave radiated in all directions, and the sand and gravel on the ground were lifted up like vegetable soup in a pot, surging towards dozens of meters ahead. The power poured out in other directions was like a violent wind blowing in the opposite direction, but when it rushed in front of me and Novsky, it was blocked by an invisible force.

It was as if there was an invisible shroud surrounding me and Novsky, and the wind and the clouds of sand, dust and smoke carried by it could only pass from both sides.

With only my eyes, I could no longer see the front obscured by the sand, only the tall silhouette of the Gray Mist Demon loomed, but the silhouette did not move further, which made people feel uneasy. Until the smoke and dust fell slightly, and I could see the movement in front of me clearly, five or six seconds had passed, and the physical strength of the fourth-level demon pattern messenger made me no longer need Novsky's support, although it was difficult, I still used my own strength to stand up. It's just that when I want to use the chain decision, I only feel a sharp pain in my brain, and all thoughts are blown away by this pain.

Even so, I'm ready to rush at any time. The gray mist demon's lack of movement made people feel no good premonition. If the previous pursuit is effective, a more violent pursuit will occur, and on the contrary, it is probably a hasty approach. Causing himself to be attacked again.

Every occult expert here should know what a formidable enemy they are facing. Alienated Youjiang may be injured, but if the previous level of attack can only last for three seconds, it is impossible to tell what level of damage she will receive—even if I am the main attacker who ignited this wave of counterattacks. I also don't have enough self-confidence to think that the alienated Youjiang will be hit hard.

After another second, the wind that swept the land was once again filled with the smell of madness and despair, as if there was a great force that had erased all the traces left by that fierce battle. Within this 100-meter range, the foggy red that had been torn apart once again flowed again, gradually bridging in the flow. It's just that. The reds did not continue to spread, or even maintain their original coverage, and there was a clear sense of flow, giving the impression that it was rapidly converging towards the site where the Alienated Right River fell.

When the Grey Mist Demon, suspected of being involved with Father Sissen, could be seen with the naked eye, it was covered in a rich shade of red, one wondering if it had soaked into its bones, if it was really made up of skeleton and muscle, just like normal creatures. Naturally, such an image is not good news. Although my spear is also tied with red silk, the red of this red silk is clearly different from the changing red of the red scarf in color and texture. And everyone here understands what kind of terrible corrosive and destructive power the "red" controlled by the alienated Youjiang is.

Of course, the gray mist demon that was eroded by red would not be in a good situation, but it was enough to make people understand why it was motionless.

The red condensed in the place where the alienated right river fell. Condensed into a long band again, reforming the texture of the scarf's fabric, one end wrapped around the Grey Mist Demon, the other grasped by the terrifying figure. The physique of the alienated right river is so small compared to the gray mist demon, but. The sense of oppression released from her figure standing in the center of the pit crack turned the tall figure of the Grey Mist Demon into a weakened one.

Alienated Youjiang's right fist resisted the Gray Mist Demon's fist, and the red scarf he grabbed in his left hand wrapped around the Gray Mist Demon's body, as if leading a livestock.

The Grey Mist Demon was motionless like a rock, but a closer look at the details of its body made it feel like it was changing violently in waves—like a hallucination, and I vaguely heard the sound of gears turning in its body again, however, the rotation was so jerky, as if the teeth were misaligned, the levers were broken, and the seemingly well-structured parts were rusted. It's like a machine in disrepair.

The clothes on the alienated Youjiang were torn in many places, but through the torn places, he could see the healthy complexion, but there was no wound, and he couldn't even see the traces left by the previous attack. Even though it looks like fresh skin, the toughness it shows is completely beyond the norm. I had a sensory prediction of the destructive power that my previous ferocious attacks might cause, a force that physical beings known for their hardness were not completely immune to.

But the situation in front of him seemed to laugh at the good feeling in it. I've done my best, but I've only tore through the Red Exotic and knocked the monster out of the air, without causing any real damage to her body.

"It's ...... What a defense. At some point, Novsky had changed back into his human form, and his face, which had been tense, could not help but show a dumbfounded expression.

"What is that Grey Mist Demon?" I didn't know how to respond to his consternation, so I had to find another topic to vent the impact of the scene in front of me.

"I don't know the specifics, it's something provided by NOG's Black Nest." When Novsky said this, his expression finally calmed down, "Do you know the man named Father Sissen?" I heard that he was a disciple of Father Edward and a former member of the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult. He has other cooperation agreements with our District 51. I thought what they were offering should be a bit of a show, but it doesn't seem ideal right now. ”

As soon as his words fell, he saw the alienation right Jiang pull his left hand, and the red scarf wrapped around the gray mist demon's body slipped out of its body, and the next moment, he saw something in the gray mist demon's body moving, violently impacting this body, and the seemingly solid body suddenly had seven or eight bulges, and even the entire body was stretched, only to make people feel that it was like an over-inflated balloon, which could explode at any time.

As soon as he felt this, the tremendous force tore through the demon's body. The body that was more than ten meters tall turned into countless fragments and exploded in all directions, like a huge firework. And many of these fragments have completely turned red, and not long after flying out, they were pulled back by an invisible force, and landed at the foot of the Alienated Right River, quickly melting into a ball, and then stretching out a specific shape from this mass, that is, a three-meter-tall gray mist demon, which is almost exactly the same as the original gray mist demon in appearance, except that the skin color is evil crimson.

"Rebellious." I couldn't help but take a breath, although I intuitively felt that such a change was not impossible, but emotionally, I still had greater expectations for this gray mist demon related to Father Sissen. However, this expectation was easily shattered by the alienated Youjiang. I know very well that this fate is not because the Gray Mist Demon is not strong enough, but because the Alienated Right River is far stronger than anyone expected.

"No, it's impossible to hold on!" Novsky, who can also be called a monster, also faintly showed fear after witnessing this scene. He had won many battles before, or at least he was invincible, which gave him a very strong confidence that anyone could feel, but now it gave me a crumbling feeling.

I knew that this fear would be amplified. In this world, anything associated with anomalous beings such as "river" and "virus" will bring a sense of fear, and unlike normal fear, this fear is almost mandatory, full of terrifying corrosive, sticky, and contagious. Now that Novsky has the idea of fear, it is impossible for this emotion to disappear from his heart, and no matter how strong his will is, it is difficult to avoid the influence of this fear on his heart.

If you can't fight fear, you've already lost. (To be continued.) )