"It's electricity, it's electric magic. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info", everyone reacted at the first time, not a super powerful thunder-like devastating blow like "Thunder Fury", but this dark passage is covered with a strong current, which is a very ordinary electric magic.

These strong currents are not so powerful on weekdays, but at this time, they are like the last straw that crushes the camel's camel, and they exert unexpected power, because everyone is soaked all over their bodies at this time, and the power of strong currents is exerted to the extreme with the help of the conductive ability of water.

But although I figured it out in my mind at once, my body was no longer under the control of these black-clothed people. Unlike the general electric magic, which pursues instantaneous explosive power, it is very powerful but lasts for a short time, and the electricity in this dark tunnel is endless, and there is no sign of stopping at all.

Under the stimulation of the strong electric current, the black-clothed people who usually send and receive their bodies at will can no longer control their bodies, their muscles are constantly shaking, and the strong paralysis makes them not even have the strength to move a finger.

This sense of powerlessness and despair that is clearly their own body, but does not belong to them, deeply envelops everyone, and if an enemy appears, what is the difference between them and the lamb to the slaughter, they can only be slaughtered.

What's worse is that due to the strong electric shock to the head, some people have begun to become confused, their eyes are white, their throats make a "ho-ho" scream, and they may fall asleep at any time, and because their muscles are not controlled, they are like old people with Alzheimer's disease, feces and urine are all down, and after a while, there is an unpleasant stench wafting in this dark passage.

How could these black-clothed people have suffered such humiliation! At this time, they wished they would have crashed to death, but unfortunately now they can't even kill themselves.

But there were still people who could still walk!The leader trembled his legs and walked slowly down against the wall like a wounded beast, although his steps were very staggering and his body was extremely embarrassed, but he was still able to move in this situation.

It can be seen how amazing his mastery of his body is, and the strength of his muscles far exceeds that of ordinary people.

This made a glimmer of hope appear in the hearts of the people in black, with this leader's ability, it is not difficult to kill all the enemies alone, and it may be possible to save them when the time comes.

It's just that in this world, nine times out of ten, when people have a little hope, they are more likely to be greeted with deeper despair.

People suddenly found that the dark passage was cold, and with the strong wind that continued to pour out from the bottom to the top, an icy cold air also spread upward, bringing the dark passage from the scorching summer just now to the bitter cold of the ten winters. Under the bitter wind, the irresistible cold air stained the stone wall with a layer of frost, which also invaded the human body.

The chill was so relentless, both physically and mentally, it was like the most terrible torture, snatching away the temperature little by little, leaving nothing but cold despair and irresistible death.

The original soaked black clothes turned into icy shackles and shackles, sealing people tightly, and the residual water vapor turned into hateful accomplices, helping the cold to take away people's body temperature faster and more than a little freezing, without the original gentleness and amiability at all.

So, in the end, the black clothes turned into a black coffin, and life and life were locked in it, and what was contained was a corpse with open eyes and no eyes.

When the chill began to rise, the leader knew that his men were all finished, and how could they resist the deadly cold, who had already collapsed to the ground like mud. Sure enough, he almost watched as the hair of his subordinates was dyed white, the skin exposed outside the mask was blue and black, and all of them died, and the eyes that were originally filled with feelings of pleading, resentment, helplessness, and sorrow finally lost their luster, but they were just round and white like dead fish.

So far, ten of the eleven people who have walked down the dark passage have been killed, leaving only one leader.

He let out another howl of grief and rage, but this howl was more like the desperate howl of the trapped beast. It was the unwilling voice of the beast licking its wounds when it knew that its death was imminent, and it said goodbye to the world.

He was still walking down step by step, not because he didn't want to go fast, but because the body was already calling him. At this time, he could even hear his body crunching like a rusty machine, and his hands and feet were almost unconscious, and he could only rely on instinct to act.

Originally, when he burst out the ability to release the elements, he was already a little out of strength, and then he faced a strong electric shock, a deadly deep cold, and was repeatedly hit and scarred. It can be said that ordinary martial artists have already died, and the stronger ones can only collapse to recover their strength and treat their injuries. This person can still stand up straight and act, and his spirit or obsession makes people have to admire it.

At least that's what Al thought, and he applauded and said, "Your Excellency's strong willpower is really rare in your life, but a good man like you, why do you need to do such a stealing thing." Al, said with a little regret.

The leader, panting like a wolf, raised his head and saw the two people standing below him, separated by several flights of stairs, and now his attention had been lost, if he had been in the past, two big living people at such close proximity, he would have discovered it a long time ago.

"Al Edward. The leader stared viciously at the man who spoke, and the murderous intent and anger in his eyes seemed to be about to turn into substance.

"Yes, I am the owner of this mansion, and I welcome all the guests. Al said in a warm and enthusiastic tone with a standard and elegant greeting salute, but the smile on his face really wanted people to punch that face to pieces.

At least that's what the leader thought, so he roared and swooped down two steps, with a ferocious posture of choosing people to devour, even if he was seriously wounded, he had the momentum to fight for his life and die with others.

However, Al remained standstill, and Aaron, beside him, stepped forward and drew the sword at his waist, facing the enemy in a standard army start-up style.

The leader seemed ferocious, with a desperate posture, but he stopped just a few steps, as if just to get closer, and he looked deeply at Al and Aaron, as if to engrave their faces in his heart.

Then, with one turn, he ran upwards without hesitation.

He actually ran away.