Chapter Eighty-Four: The Wraith Corridor and the Second Form
"Ah!!!!h
A terrible and terrifying scream seemed to come from all directions, and the elite demons suddenly stirred for a moment, and clusters of demonic fireballs appeared in their palms to illuminate the vigilance.
But soon they became more agitated and frightened.
The staircase that descended behind him had somehow vanished, turning into a flat, smooth wall and floor.
"Hehehehehehehe... ”
The screams subsided, followed by bursts of frightening female laughter.
Through the dark green light brought by the evil fireball, the demons barely noticed the figure of a woman standing in front of the hallway, hidden in the darkness, dimly unable to see clearly.
Bang! Bang!
Behind the demons, there was another door, and at this moment the door was shaking violently, as if something was pounding inside the door, trying to rush out.
"Rush over and rush over! The other side must be the staircase up!"
The demons were outnumbered, and they immediately decided to rush hard.
As they ran, the female ghost standing at the front of the hallway suddenly disappeared without any resistance.
More than a dozen doors in the corridor began to tremble violently at this moment, making a sound of banging on the door.
"Ahh
One of the demons at the end of the group rushed halfway through and was blocked by a door that suddenly slammed open, and the other demons didn't notice this and continued to rush forward.
The demon stared blankly at the dark room, and suddenly a female ghost dressed in red with two bloody tears on her face suddenly appeared from the room, and the next second appeared in front of the demon and grabbed him into the dark room.
The demonic fireball in the demon's hand extinguished, and a scream followed, and the sound of a sharp weapon slicing flesh through it.
The elite demon troops finally saw the upward staircase, and immediately rushed up the staircase with all their strength, and then...
They froze.
It was still the same dark and dim hallway, and they returned to the other end of the road again, and the staircase that went down behind them did not become a wall this time, but silently extended downward.
A dark shadow slammed down from the ceiling, and was hoisted in front of the demons by a thick rope, shaking slightly.
The demons immediately recognized the corpse in front of them, which was covered in lacerations, with almost two-thirds of its neck cut open and its eyes turned into two black holes.
This is one of their companions.
"Hehehehehehehe... The female ghost's laughter came from the hallway again.
A few seconds later, the sound of a sinister soo rang out, and a black mass slowly spread from the floor and walls.
It was hair, countless black hairs.
The demons at the front were instantly entangled in their hair, and the demons immediately began to fight back, unleashing pillars of evil energy and fire, trying to burn these hairs that seemed to have life and consciousness.
But these hairs seemed to burn endlessly, and as much as they were burned, they were instantly replenished, and in a short time, three more demons were tightly entangled.
"Go down!"
The demons scrambled down to get back to the level below.
Although there is a group of demonic enemies led by a group of demon guards below, it is at least a visible enemy!
And then... They were back to the beginning, the same dark and silent corridor.
The hanging corpses are still there, the three demons who were originally entangled in black hair, their bodies are now sewn into the wall by black hair, the soul essence is gone, and their eyes have also turned into two black holes.
Ghosts hit the wall, and some demons who were Orientals in their lifetime finally discovered the situation they were in.
The demons had never known that these ghosts, who were not sure of their existence or not, could do this.
But there's no time for them to think about it.
As if seeing that the demons did not move on, the wall of the corridor began to slowly squirm, and the demons on the wall were immediately startled, and a flame of evil energy burned over with a flick of their hand.
The screams were incessant, and the walls on both sides began to bulge outward, stretching out human faces and handprints with different expressions.
The demons had no choice but to lunge forward again.
Along the way, every door in the hallway became open, and in each room stood a ghost, staring coldly or sneering at the demons passing by.
Zrazra's voice sounded, and the ghosts instantly appeared at the door of the room, brandishing the evil dagger in their hands and slashing at the nearest demon, and then dragged their respective targets into the room, and the door immediately closed tightly.
Finally reaching the other end of the corridor, the demons were dejected to find that the staircase on this side was still the downward point, and the light at the other end suddenly turned on, and the upward staircase appeared where they had been at the beginning.
A large amount of long black hair poured out from the entrance of the staircase downward, forcing the demons to turn around and rush back to the starting point again.
After coming and going like this, the elite commando team originally composed of more than twenty demons had lost two-thirds of it at this moment.
And the red-clothed female ghost Yingli was finally willing to appear at this moment, she stood quietly in the middle of countless long black hair, waist-length black hair was still growing rapidly at the moment, closely chasing behind the demons.
Then Yingli began to teleport forward in a short distance, with an unhurried attitude.
Every time the long black hair wrapped around a demon, Yingli would instantly appear in front of him, wielding the long dagger in her hand, stabbing it indiscriminately, and then inserting it between the demon's eyes, burning his soul essence.
Victory was in sight, the lights at the end of the corridor were still bright, the staircase up was like a glimmer of hope, and the demons just wanted to get out of this terrible and strange level.
In the face of their own kind, even angels, demons can arouse cruel and fanatical enemies, but in the face of this invisible and untouchable mad existence, there is really no morale.
The seven or eight surviving demons finally stepped up the stairs, and not far behind them, the female ghost in red was stabbing her fellow man wrapped in his hair with a dagger.
Kicking open a door at the end of the stairs, the demons are pleasantly surprised to find that they have finally escaped!
In front of him was no longer the pitch-black corridor, Hu Feng's private area appeared in front of him, and the target was sitting with the human woman who was also the target.
Bang bang ...
Hu Feng clapped his hands with a smile and looked at the seven demons who were in disarray.
"Brave adventurers, congratulations on being the last survivor to come to me, and if I hadn't been so bored sitting here, I wouldn't have put a little bit of it to play. ”
The seven demons did not reply, their eyes suddenly turned black, their hands turned into evil flame forms, and one of the demons took out a long whip and waved it a few times, and a burst of dog barking came out, it was a hellhound that could not be seen with the naked eye.
Hu Feng didn't care, still with a smile.
"How's that, how do you feel about my Wraith Corridor, I've been letting you play for free for so long, I have to have some after-play, right?"
"Up!" The demons were silent for a moment, then let out a roar of rage and rushed towards Hu Feng and the others in a fan-shaped formation.
Hu Feng shrugged his shoulders, and didn't bother to continue pretending, and a violent wave of evil energy spread out.
"You scum, who have only five combat strength, see Lao Tzu transform into a second form and directly beat you. ”
Finally a chance to say it ... I've wanted to say that for a long time!
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