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Corpses were strewn all over the ground, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers.

Whether it was in the room or in the corridor, it was full of devastation, and under the bright lights, blood splashed continuously, and a terrible shrill cry pierced the brain like a magic sound.

The walls and ceilings were all splashed with blood, like children's graffiti, and the blood was like a nightmare.

The battle between the three parties unfolded fiercely.

The life-and-death battle between the demonized rat and the demonized mosquito, the tragic battle between the demonized rat and the demonized mosquito and Tang Fan and others.

The Skeleton Warrior swings his axe again and again, killing demonized rats and demonized mosquitoes again and again, becoming the first line of defense.

And Tang Fan and Wang Meng behind him are the second and last way, if you want to attack Tang Fan and Wang Meng, you must first pass through the level of the skeleton warriors, and often part of the demonized rats and demonized mosquitoes will die under the axe of the skeleton warriors, and the remaining part will rush through the skeleton warriors and fly towards Tang Fan and Wang Meng.

With the help of the skeleton warriors, Tang Fan and Wang Meng had their backs to the wall again, and they only needed to face the enemy head-on, which invisibly reduced a lot of pressure.

But Tang Fan and Wang Meng were wounded in the back, and the wounds torn open by the claws of the demonized fierce rats seemed to be sprinkled with a handful of salt, and there were bursts of convulsion-like pain, making their brows furrow and their facial muscles stiffen.

Sweat covered his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks, and it was cold.

The blades shone in the light and carried a bloody chill, and the sound of breaking wind intertwined into the music of death.

Tang Fan didn't know how long it had been, and he didn't know how long he had been fighting, how many times he had swung his knife, how many demonized rats and demonized mosquitoes he had killed, and he didn't know how many more wounds had appeared on his body.

In short, fighting, constant fighting, fighting to the death in order to survive.

The muscles of his arms ached, but he still had to fight, and he continued to fight, and his arms gradually lost sensation in the soreness, as if they were not his own, swinging mechanically, slashing and slashing one after another.

Tired, very tired, extremely tired.

Tang Fan really wanted to throw away the scimitar, sit down on the spot, have a good rest and sleep well, even if it was to die under the demonized rats and demonized mosquitoes, it was a relief.

It's so tired, it's so tiring to be alive.

The exhaustion of the body and the sleepiness of the soul made Tang Fan's spirit become a little trance, and a sharp claw grabbed it, and with a snort, Tang Fan's arm was immediately torn open with two bloody wounds.

The intense pain and stimulation spread all over the body, the muscles twitched involuntarily, and Tang Fan suddenly woke up.

Fight, continue to fight, how good it is to live, there is hope in life.

Compared with Tang Fan, Wang Meng is even more miserable, his strength is not as good as Tang Fan, and his physique is not as strong as Tang Fan, so at this time, Wang Meng can see many wounds, criss-crossing one after another, which is very terrifying.

Blood soaked his clothes, some of his own and some of the mutated creatures that had been killed, making him look like a bloody man, and his mouth was unconsciously filled with the mixed blood of some mutant creatures, which was unusually fishy.

Wang Meng could barely swing the machete, he barely lifted it, barely fell, and he couldn't directly kill the mutant creatures like before, at most, it caused some damage to the mutated creatures, but made the mutated creatures even more violent.

Attack, constant attack, like a tidal wave, endless battle.

Demonized rats and demonized mosquitoes, as if endless, poured into the hotel from the outside, and then rushed into the room.

The demonized mosquitoes and demonized rats that were tearing each other apart, I don't know when they stopped fighting, they all aimed at Tang Fan and Wang Meng, and rushed in frantically.

The floor of the room had already been covered with a thick layer of dark red blood, scattered on the floor like plasma, and the corpses of mutated creatures that had been split into two pieces by a scimitar or axe blade were scattered on the floor, piling up like a hill.

In front of and around the skeleton warriors, in front of and around Tang Fan and Wang Meng, there were all corpses of mutant creatures.

Breathing became difficult, physical strength was lost sharply, muscle strain, excessive blood loss, etc., so that Wang Meng's spirit began to become confused from a trance.

Wang Meng knew this feeling, just like before, after drinking a lot of wine, the alcohol went to his brain, and the feeling of blurring his consciousness was light, as if he was about to fly, and it seemed that everything around him had become trance-like, like a twisted fold like a different dimensional space, becoming illusory, like an illusion.

The squeaking of demonic rats and the buzzing wings of demonic mosquitoes seemed to come from a distant sky, and seemed so illusory, as if they were half-asleep and half-awake.

Blood was flying in front of him, Wang Meng's body became more and more weak, and gradually, he lost control of his body, and his sword swinging became slower.

It often takes a few seconds to lift the machete, and the falling machete becomes so weak.

Wang Meng knew that he had reached his limit, he couldn't continue to fight, and he would die.

The word death just appeared in his heart, and Wang Meng's heart beat wildly for no reason.

Death, what a familiar word, but it seems so far away, but now, death is so close to oneself, and he can clearly smell the smell of decay after death.

I don't know if there will be another world after I die.

Death, a word, occupied Wang Meng's mind, and the action of waving the knife also stopped.

The demonized fierce rat flew up, its claws tore apart, its fangs tore and bite, and it bit on Wang Meng's body.

"Wang Meng." Tang Fan saw it, and moved a step sideways towards Wang Meng, and slashed the demonized fierce rat with a knife: "Wake up quickly." ”

But Wang Meng's spirit gradually sank, and he fell into darkness little by little.

"Wang Meng, wake up quickly."

Avoiding the bite of a demonized ferocious rat, Tang Fan slapped Wang Meng's face fiercely.

"Wake up!"

Wang Meng, who was in a daze, only vaguely heard a roar, as if it was rolling thunder in the sky, this sound was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Wake up, do you want to die under these filthy and ugly things!"

"Death beneath these filthy and ugly things." In an instant, like a thunderbolt tearing through the dark sky, Wang Meng trembled: "Under the death of these dirty and ugly things, no, I can't die under these dirty and ugly things, I have to go back, go back ......"

The earth-shattering roar resounded through the darkness, and in Wang Meng's ears, there was a huge sound, as if the strings suddenly broke, and in an instant, a force came out of nowhere, filling the whole body endlessly.