The moment Queatosiocchi smashed the exhaust fan at the end of the exit, countless gunshots rang out.

Although it was only a non-lethal capture bullet, the impact of such a dense bullet from all directions still blocked the momentum of Queatoxioch's forward rush, directly pressing the Dedrik with the ghost shield back into the ventilation duct.

The sound of the gunfire made Queatosiocchi so shocked that he couldn't figure out the situation for a while, and he felt that he had made a mistake in his judgment and simply did not choose to continue to rush forward, but retreated back with the trend.

Then he noticed that his eyes had suddenly darkened, and something was blocking the light.

Soon he realized what was happening - because of the Spectral Shield, the enemy's bullets did not hit him directly, but hit the Spectral Shield, and the clumps of gelatinous matter burst on the Spectral Shield, and then quickly condensed and hardened, and in the blink of an eye, the gelatinous matter blocked the entire ventilation duct exit.

This discovery frightened Queatosioch, who knew that if it weren't for the Spectral Shield, he might have really fallen into the way of an earthling, and he could have imagined himself being wrapped in a big ball by these strange gelatins.

He withdrew his spectral shield and fled without looking back.

Over the next few hours, Queatosiocchi, who appeared at different exits, had the same experience again and again, and at the end of the day, he had to admit sadly that he couldn't escape the damn building.

What worries him even more is that he is already tired from the frequent battles, the Dedriks are not known for their stamina, and the overuse of ghost energy can also take a huge toll on the body.

He was skeptical that the situation would continue like this. Will you be tired to death?

Could it be that this is the tactic of the earthlings? Exhaust yourself and catch yourself alive?

That's why they insist on trapping themselves here?

Queatosiocchi was again suspicious.

So he decided that he couldn't let the earthlings' plans go smoothly.

"Must fight back! As long as you can get an earthling as a host......"

Queatosiocchi began to move purposefully, searching for the lone Earthling.

Through spectral perception, he quickly identified a target.

A male earthling trapped in an office because the isolation door was lowered.

After breaking through the microrobots again, Queatosiocchi managed to use the ventilation ducts to reach the office.

He hid behind the fence of the vent and watched his target.

This earthling, sitting quietly behind his desk, is busy with something in front of a smart terminal. He doesn't look strong, which makes Queatosiocchi a little uncomfortable.

Because the strength of the host will directly affect the power of the successful Decricks when they use the spectral energy, the stronger the host, the stronger the power when using the spectral energy.

But Queatosiocchi understands that now is not the time to pick and choose.

He unleashed a spectral blast at the back of the earthling's head.

The Dradrians have a unique advantage in the use of spectral energy, for example, now the most basic phantom attack method of spectral blasting, the Dedriks can achieve the purpose of controlling the power by adjusting the strength of the spectral energy, in the case of a suitable host. The Dedriks can blast enemies to pieces with spectral blasts, or they can keep their power to a minimum and gently pat themselves off the dust.

What Queatoshiocchi had to do now was to inflict a blow on the back of the earthling's head with a powerful ghostly blast that would render him unconscious—he now had a comprehensive understanding of the earthling's anatomy.

And the reason why the target loses consciousness is because only in this way can he perfectly achieve mind control over the target and take over the other party's brain in the process of parasitism.

An invisible shockwave formed in the air and slammed into the back of the earthling's head. The sudden blow sent the earthling's head jerking forward, and he collapsed limply on the table.

It's obvious. He had fainted.

"It worked!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Queatosiocchi was very proud, and he was very proud of his control of his ghostly energy.

He slammed through the fence and into the office, then jumped onto the desk and slipped into the earthling's mouth.

He was a little surprised to discover. The mouth of this earthling does not have the inherent stench in the mouths of other earthlings.

"It's weird!"

He thought so and continued to drill inside.

Halfway through the earthling's mouth, an accident suddenly happened—and Quiatoshioch was horrified to find himself stuck.

Or more precisely, he was bitten.

The earthling's mouth suddenly bit him hard.

How is this possible?

Queatosioche was terrified. He struggled desperately, but the other party's speech was more powerful than he imagined, and he couldn't move.

He desperately slapped the other man's face with his exposed tail, and he pumped hard, but it didn't seem to work.

He felt something firmly grasp his tail.

The other's mouth was loosened, and Queatoxioqi, who was still struggling, was forcibly pulled out.

He found himself in the hands of the earthling, who was so powerful that Queatoshioch writhed desperately to break free, but soon found that unless he was willing to break his tail, he could not escape the grasps of the other party.

What made him even more angry was that he saw the earthling laughing, and he was laughing happily.

"Whoa, got you, little thing!"

He heard the earthling-man smirk in a strange tone.

"Fooled!"

Queatoshioch was inexplicably saddened, he found that the earthlings were really not ordinary difficulties, and he couldn't understand how this earthlings could be so awake when they had been hit hard by the back of the head by the ghostly blast.

With his knowledge of the body structure of earthlings, this is simply impossible!

So he used the Spectral Blast again, this time several times more powerful than the last one.

And he cast it in the other person's face.

Feeling humiliated, he didn't want to take the other party's body anymore, he just wanted to kill this guy who laughed so hatefully.

(Thanks to god-level hero fans, Yueyu Spanish, Ling Senchen, and Crazy Qing?) 10 rewards for book lovers! (To be continued......)