As soon as Wu Fei stepped on the ground on the twenty-second floor of the dusty spire, a sense of being locked in filled the air around Wu Fei like a ubiquitous air, a feeling that he had seen nothing, but he always felt that a pair of eyes were watching him.

The twenty-second floor of the spire, and each of the previous floors with its own functions are completely different, showing in front of Wu Fei as if it is the history of human evolution, from the most distant history recorded are vividly displayed on the display tables, Wu Fei, who is carrying a big sword 'Ten Thousand Generals', naturally looked at the surrounding booths while walking, but it seems that these booths are far from the twenty-second floor of the spire, and even the tower guards have no right to view the reason.

From beginning to end, the feeling of locking has never dissipated in the slightest, and has always been around Wu Fei's body, as if something has been paying close attention to Wu Fei and staring at Wu Fei.

The dust on the ground showed that Wu Fei was the first person to step into it since the closure, but Wu Fei was not simply vigilant and defensive, but constantly improved his control over "Witchcraft: Wild Intuition", and the big sword 'Ten Thousand Generals' was always ready to drink blood.

After Wu Fei stepped into the twenty-second layer, a substantial tyrannical aura was detected by Wu Fei more than once, but every time Wu Fei locked on to the location of this aura, this aura would disappear into Wu Fei's detection range again as if it had sensed.

This made the corners of Wu Fei's mouth irrepressibly evoke a hunting smile, Wu Fei, who was born in the shelter, knew that if he wanted to live well, he had to kill more and kill strongly, which was also applied to the wasteland and at this moment, in the spire where Wu Fei was located, if he chose to escape or guard, the only end would be to let the man eat in fear and despair.

So the more he felt the strength and even terror of the enemy, the more Wu Fei wanted to fight with him.

But for some reason, Wu Fei had already walked to the center of the exhibition hall on the twenty-second floor of the spire, but there was no 'thing' there, but some unexpected gains were still discovered by Wu Fei.

It was a password console found when passing by a European medieval history booth, Wu Fei naturally didn't know what the password was, but this did not prevent Wu Fei from pulling out his gun and blasting off the control panel with one shot.

The roaring gunfire of a giant beast became more and more deafening in the exhibition hall on the twenty-second floor of the spire, and the control panel in front of Wu Fei was also blasted to pieces.

'Buzz ――――――'

"Sometimes it's my approach that works best." Wu Fei said as he retracted the 'Behemoth Soul' M500 with a large caliber of muzzle slowly rising with smoke, and watched with a hint of anticipation as the booth slowly moved sideways to the sides and gradually descended, and instead, rising in front of Wu Fei was a cone-shaped, cabin-like thing, looking through a green fluorescent window on it, inside was a man in a black bodysuit, the side of the man's cheek covered by ice slag, with a tattoo that resembled a striped code.

There is no need to look closely, on the exterior of the conical cabin, a square monitoring panel has already truthfully displayed the vital signs of the person inside.

Dead.

Died of suffocation caused by the closure of the life-support chamber when the primary energy source was cut off.

"The other booths should do the same." Wu Fei turned around and looked around at the other booths and said.

"Whew――――――"

As Wu Fei looked around, a wolf-like voice sounded, and a huge black shadow flew out from another booth next to Wu Fei.

'Bang-bang, bang......'

There were several sounds of flesh tumbling and falling to the ground, and a huge black shadow covered in scaly wounds revealed its embarrassment not far from the right side.

It was a monster whose fur was as hard as a steel needle, resembling a werewolf, but at this time, the werewolf's nearly three-meter-high figure was already drenched in blood, and the giant claws on the claws were obviously a little out of proportion compared to the body, but most of the giant claws that had broken apart showed that it was the culprit who had wreaked havoc on the twenty-first floor, causing most of the pipes to be scratched and cracked, but this powerful existence that used to feed on living corpses and radiant beasts on the twenty-first floor and occupied a dominant position no longer even had the strength to get up, And in fact, how to get to the twenty-second floor is also a mystery, but Wu Fei guessed that it should be other passages, after all, on each floor of the spire there are four stairwell entrances to the other floors.

"Roar......" A muffled roar rang out from behind the hole that the werewolf had flown out of upside down.

As soon as he heard this low roar, even the werewolf who had ruled the twenty-first level of terror let out a whimper like a puppy, and moved backwards with difficulty, as if desperately trying to escape from the demon who was chasing it.

Wu Fei also noticed the low roar behind the hole.

The roar still sounded, but the owner of the roar seemed to be unhurried, taking its steps step by step, as if the king was about to appear.

When the roaring master appeared under the light on the twenty-second floor, Wu Fei found that it was a humanoid creature, but the three hideous blood skulls on the neck and the blade barbs growing from the joints of the limbs made this monster, which was only about two meters tall, have an extremely terrifying sense of fear, and the pair of eyeless white pitch-black pupils staring at the frightened werewolf are even more irresistible fear like a black hole.

"Found you." Wu Fei recognized the three-headed monster in front of him as the one he had sensed before.

The three-headed monster sniffed, then looked up at Wu Fei, as if recognizing Wu Fei's breath.

The three-headed monster took a step forward and with a clatter, it crushed the werewolf's head soaked in blood as it was about to crawl and escape.

In this way, the werewolf who ruled the twenty-first layer was trampled to death by this strange creature on the twenty-second floor, and it did not even bring any wounds to the gray body of the three-headed monster.

According to the intelligence of the tower keeper system, Wu Fei knew that the werewolf was a G-level lower-level radiation beast, and the one in front of him was obviously not lower than the G-level lower level, and this absolute difference in class was not a crisis for Wu Fei, whose ability test level was G-level lower.

But the corners of Wu Fei's mouth were always a little excited before the hunt, and there was still a wild battle intent burning like a beast in his eyes, and the burning battle intent in his eyes and the "Witch Armor: Blade" on his body at this time complemented each other, making Wu Fei more and more like a beast monster born for battle.

The big knife 'Ten Thousand Generals' instantly decomposed, although Wu Fei's eyes have been filled with battle intent, but it does not mean that he has been blinded by it, judging from the three heads of the three-headed monster belonging to two men and one woman, its reaction speed is definitely first-class, and it can be said that he has a 360-degree field of vision, and similarly, the blade barbs on its limbs also show that it is obviously good at close and fast fighting.

In this way, the slower blade 'Ten Thousand Generals' will not be like the tail blade that extends from the arm of the "Witch Armor: Blade" after disintegration, and the silver sharp knife is more flexible, making it more suitable for fighting swift opponents in such a complex environment as it is now.

To say that Wu Fei and the three-headed monster have in common at this time, it is the blade-like fighting spurs on his shoulders and limbs.

"Roar!" The three-headed monster roared, and immediately its figure flashed and pounced on Wu Fei in the crumbled debris of the booth.

"Let's have a fight!"

Wu Fei's wild battle intent couldn't suppress the excitement and said, and there was no sign of dodging the block, but his feet suddenly smashed the decorative floor, and rushed up like a beast in hideous battle armor, and on the tail blade and silver sharp knife extending from his arms, the hum of the chainsaw was already hungry, eager for more blood to infiltrate.