The same pocket-sized crossbow bolt streaked through the air in a pale blue trail and pierced the monster's body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It silently sank into the monster's body, like an arrow made of points of light still glowing, and through the monster's body, Billy could see clearly.

Because this monster was made up entirely of the black goo material beneath his feet.

The tiny arrow trembled violently, then exploded inside the monster's body, reconcentrating on the Hidden Blade in Billy's hand.

He looked up at the tall, but strangely shaped, barely able to maintain his body, still dripping juice on the ground, and sighed a little helplessly.

He doesn't have much to deal with this type of monster.

The mud squirmed silently, and Billy only felt that the slimy liquid beneath his feet began to heat up, and gradually bubbled, as if it was about to boil, and the smell of it began to become more unpleasant, almost making Billy feel a little dizzy.

He was still insisting, and the monster in front of him didn't do anything but do it, except to use the small red dot of light in the center of its own part, which should be its eyes, to stare at Billy, and then suck up the rest of the viscous liquid under his feet, and his body became bigger and bigger.

Billy endured the stinging pain in his eyes, squinting his eyes, not looking directly at the monster anymore, as it would make his eyes even more uncomfortable, and he felt like his skin was becoming extremely dry—something he hadn't felt since he became a possessor.

He was so convinced of the effect of his talent that he was sure that Lynch was here and not far away. He knew that Lynch's injuries could not be recovered from while moving forward, and he also knew that Lynch's energy was too far worse than theirs, and he also believed that Lynch's current state must be worse than him - as long as the monster in front of him didn't make a move, then in Lynch's state, he would definitely not be able to help but show his stuff, either desperately attack him, or run away again, and then die a slow death like this. Because now in his state he can't run far at all.

Now you can't provoke this monster to fight with it, but I didn't expect that Lynch's hiding talent could perfectly hide this kind of monster who completely runs this field.

As long as I don't make a mistake, even if I stand still here, that little bug will have to wait here with me......

Lynch is really not in great shape. He leaned against the wall, his dark eyes staring closely at the guy in the hat and the monster that was getting bigger and bigger not far from him, barely holding his breath, and the asphalt-like thing boiling under his feet made his already uncomfortable body even more uncomfortable.

The wound in his chest had not healed, and it stands to reason that with his current constitution, it would not take long for this wound to begin to heal slowly if it was not fatal - something he had experienced when he had just become a possessed and a weak chicken, when his hand was beaten by Lily.

Later, the injury will heal almost quickly.

This time, he could only attribute it to Mike's talent for the ability to slow the healing of the wound, so by now, the wound had only barely recovered to the point where it didn't bleed much.

Because the skin around the wound is starting to darken.

The presence of the wound also prevented him from using the flicker, and the tear in the wound increased by one point with each time Lynch used the flicker during the previous escape, until the tear progressed horizontally from the wound to the whole body - he had to stop using the flicker because of the strange sensation, because the danger in his talent had already begun to warn him every time he used the flicker.

Mike's talent is okay......

Lynch thought with hatred in his heart as he continued to grit his teeth, looking at Billy, who was not far away from Billy, who was still growing in size and was now almost three stories tall, and was thinking about throwing a spear at the guy while he wasn't looking.

The viscous liquid under his feet was still rising in temperature, and even began to emit faint green smoke, and the original sound here gradually became smaller, gradually muffled by the dense sound of bubbles.

Lynch's eyes were completely unaffected, but he couldn't bear the torture anymore, his wound was throbbing suddenly, and he was in constant pain from the poisonous gas here, just like the feeling of him growing dozens of toes and then kicking them all on the table leg one by one, and his body also began to feel powerless, making him start to become dizzy.

It can't go on like this. Such a consumption must not be able to consume the other party.

Lynch made up his mind and bit his lip so hard that the patina in his mouth dissipated - his brain was a little dizzy, he shouldn't have been so drained from the other party in the first place, he guessed that the other party should have at least two lives left now.

So Lynch slowly came into shape, and at the same time changed the Hidden Blade on his arm into a long spear, facing Billy. The Hidden Blade could not be used against any of the white-haired youths while hidden, he had tried to ambush him before, but as soon as he activated the critical blow, he was directly discovered.

Billy spotted Lynch almost the moment Lynch appeared, he turned around directly, and without paying attention to the monster that was still standing motionless, he jumped up and pounced on Lynch.

He even felt that in Lynch's current state, he could directly devour it.

Although Lynch was injured, Billy was so close to the monster before, and under the bullet time, Lynch even saw that something like a cuticle had grown on his originally smooth skin, and fine dust fell down in his rapid movement.

Lynch barely sideways to dodge the punch that Billy threw at him as he approached, and the dagger in his other hand also blocked a small black crossbow arrow that almost hid itself in the darkness under the prompt of his talent, and subtle sparks flickered.

"Maybe we don't need the boss anymore. Billy's voice rang in Lynch's ears as he spoke, covering his head with his crossbow arm to keep his hat from falling to the ground, and then facing Lynch's ugly appearance, which already looked like half of his face had been taken over by cuticles: "You have no escape." ”

This stratum corneum is growing so fast? He probably didn't have that much on his face when he pounced on him.

Lynch used his throwing gun to block a long thorn that appeared in Billy's hand at some point, and then used the dagger in his other hand to force Billy, who was still straining himself, back. Since his other hand had been tightly covering the hat on his head, he was unable to fight back.

Although Lynch was a little curious as to why this guy cherished his hat so much, preferring to be at a disadvantage in combat rather than having an extra hand, of course he wouldn't just remind the other party so kindly, he just clenched his throwing gun and threw it out.

Here it comes!

Billy concentrated, watched the spear's rapid trajectory, and stabbed his thorn at the dangerous throw.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

It's a bit unlucky, well, it's not unlucky. If it doesn't happen once, do it again. The expressionless Lynch thought silently, looking at the guy opposite who seemed to be in ecstasy, and re-condensed a throwing gun in his hand. Is he distracted?

I made it!Billy roared inwardly, he didn't have the ability to trigger this damn thing's special ability anymore! He's dead! I'm blocking it! He's dead!

Similarly, the white-haired youth yelled at Billy, "Use your damn other hand against him too!

"One hand?" Billy, who was still covering his head with his own hand to protect his hat, was at a loss, "Don't I just have one hand?"

"You've got two hands! and get moving! What are you doing!"

Damn! I know there's something wrong with this hat! The white-haired young man was annoyed, but he couldn't do anything about Billy, who now didn't know if it was because of the monster's roasting. He didn't want to replace Billy right now, because the monster in the middle of the field that was still swelling still hadn't moved.

The monster still ignored the two ants that were moving around, it just fixed its indifferent gaze on them, and then swelled intently.