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The dark rain danced with the wind that gradually whistled, wantonly invading every corner of the land, even the sea, which was black at the moment.

Countless roars exploded like thunder the moment the rain fell, and even the sound of the rain and the howling of the wind were drowned out.

At this moment, it seemed that only this hysterical roar and celebration were left between heaven and earth

The golden-eyed man with long black silk hair and shawl stood on the top of the best building in the city, as if surrounded by a raging storm, countless black horses fluttering with his breath.

His hands were spread wildly, his face was filled with immense joy, and dozens of demonic figures shrouded in shadows knelt on the slightly lower building behind him, and from time to time strange figures broke out of their cocoons to join in as the rain swayed.

"The feast begins," a moan of great pleasure came from the depths of the man's throat.

Wang Xu's battle was extremely difficult at this time, and the mysterious black-clothed man who was called No. 3 by Zhou Yi was not inferior to Zhou Yi, and even surpassed Zhou Yi in some aspects, such as the weirdness of his ability.

No matter how Wang Xu's attack is, there is always a black barrier looming around No. 3's body, no matter how strong Wang Xu's attack is, once it falls on the barrier, it will be dissolved in an instant, and even the barrier will not even show a trace of fluctuation.

And the man tore a wisp from the black mist behind him from time to time, and it turned into a terrorist attack that Wang Xu had to dodge.

Of course, Wang Xu's attack was not ineffective, although the barrier around No. 3's body was unshaken, but his face turned pale from its powerful impact.

Unconsciously, Wang Xu's body was already filled with blood mist.

The black rain made Wang Xu, who was fighting, shiver, and his body didn't feel any chill, but Wang Xu's heart was already in the middle of winter at this time.

This sudden rain made Wang Xu feel that the day was about to fall.

"Grass"

Everything is chaotic, and the third global zombie evolution in Wang Xu's image has been advanced again, and this time it has been advanced, even Wang Xu is a little desperate.

At the critical moment of the battle, Wang Xu's distraction was taken by No. 3 to cut an arm-length bloody wound in his abdomen, but fortunately, Wang Xu's body was huge, and the wound that was fatal for ordinary people was quite acceptable to him.

But there was a strange cold feeling at the wound that made Wang Xu call it bad, I don't know what strange energy was contained in this No. 3 attack, Wang Xu only felt that the part where the wound was located actually lost consciousness, although this made him no pain, but this is by no means good news.

In a life-and-death battle, if the control of the body is hindered, what is the difference between this and self-tying one's hands and feet?

Wang Xu's decisive paw cut off the flesh and blood that was gradually losing consciousness, and at this time, the intense pain emerged again.

"Hiss"

After Wang Xu gasped, he immediately rushed towards the black-clothed No. 3 with an even more frantic attitude.

Now the advantages and disadvantages between the enemy and the enemy are obvious, Wang Xu relies on his strong body and constantly attacks head-on, and the external defense and attack of No. 3 are extremely terrifying, but the ability is not too rebellious after all, at this time, under Wang Xu's continuous slapping, even if there is a continuous black light in his body to drive him to move, there is still an unstoppable blood snake flowing out of his seven orifices, which is just some faint vibrations emitted by Wang Xu through his black light.

On the side, Li Fangqi and the others originally stood back and forth against No. 3 in black, but when they came to fight with Zhou Yi at this time, they were suddenly full of loopholes.

Without the magical power of Wang Xu to restrain his origin, Zhou Yi completely used the method of exchanging injuries for injuries, and even several times, Zhou Yi fought for half of his body to be scorched by the arc, leaving wounds of different sizes on several people, but he himself recovered between talking and laughing.

Several people can be said to be completely helpless against Zhou Yi's style of play, although Zhou Yi's ability cannot be without flaws, but in addition to Wang Xu's restraint that even he himself doesn't know what's going on, there must be some ways to crack Zhou Yi's immortal body, but in a short period of time, how can a few people have time to find this flaw.

"Whew"

Zhou Yichang took a breath and let out a comfortable moan, not fighting with Wang Xu, he was not afraid of any other opponent.

Bursts of devastating energy were still bursting out, and the place where everyone was was already unrecognizable, and above the rubble-strewn ground

Pitch-black cracks appeared, and below this was the basement of the stadium.

As the cracks grew, an indescribable stench quickly spread.

Li Fangqi and the others turned pale the moment they smelled the stench, and Wang Xu, who didn't know how much better than a few people, was even more like being poisoned.

The moment Wang Xu smelled this stench, the hairs on his whole body stood up, and for a moment he didn't even have the intention to fight, just thinking about leaving here quickly.

Through the cracked ground, Wang Xu vaguely saw that in the concrete room under the surface, there were corpses with only pale bones piled up, densely packed, like a sea of white bones.

As the cracks grew larger, several basements were visible.

It was an endless collection of pale bones, the remains of those who had vanished. As for their flesh and blood, Wang Xu stared at the boundless sea of blood that had not diminished behind Zhou Yi's demonic body, and the killing intent in his eyes was infinite.

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