The blood mist in the cobwebs quickly condensed into shape again, turning into the body of the vampire count, but he still did not break free from the shackles of the spider silk, and was wrapped in a large ball, unable to move.

"Let me kill you gently!" He Jinshui took out a small stone, instantly turned into an overlord gun, and pierced the other party's heart with the whistling sound of the wind, nailing it to the rock wall.

After a breath, the bat troll got back to its feet, arched its webs high, and began to struggle to transform into various shapes.

He Jinshui snapped his fingers, and the spider silk cut it into several pieces with a sharp edge. As a result, after a few seconds of pause, the other party resumed its formation.

"Why can't you kill it?" the otaku cursed, using the small stone into a pot, filled with mineral water seeping out of the cracks in the rock, set it up and boiled it violently in a haystack, and soon the water boiled.

"Let's take a bath!" he threw the bat spider silk ball into it, watching the other party instantly transform into a black bat, and in less than two seconds in the boiling water, it turned into a mess of rotten meat, and the smell of smoke emanated from all over his body.

Soon, the black flesh turned into a cloud of green smoke again and dispersed, converging into a human form again, glaring at the otaku viciously.

In just half an hour, He Jinshui split, chopped, burned, boiled, and scalded, all tricks were exhausted, only in exchange for the other party's countless resurrections. He clutched his head in a dejected manner, and sighed weakly "One hundred and eighty-four", which was the number of times he had killed the other party.

While performing torture, the otaku wailed in his heart: "Brothers, my brother is about to collapse, hurry up and destroy his heart!"

......

The Torres couldn't help but dodge in midair, and when they saw dozens of strange birds straighten their bodies and carve their long beaks towards them, their minds were red and blank, as if they had forgotten the action of dodging.

At this moment, two girls, the blond and brown-haired girls, suddenly appeared, turned into bats, flew from mid-air, and slammed into the birds on the opposite side. In an instant, the claws waved, and the cold light splashed, and soon a lot of black strange birds fell.

Torres watched the other party slaughter the birds with ease, and his heart was a little nervous, and he couldn't figure out whether they were friends or foes, so he yelled at the sisters: "Two, are you friends or enemies, explain the intention!"

The two sisters cheered up, and as they wrestled with the enemy, they called out in unison, "Friend, we are here to help you!" and they rushed to the opposite flock again, slaughtering the remaining strange birds in a frenzy.

The blonde boy saw that their hands were up and down, and they looked merciless, and he sighed in his heart, and continued to climb and jump, and said to himself firmly in his heart: "Come on, go up a few hundred meters and you will be there, come on, heroic Torres, your deeds will surely become a legend in the mouth of the troubadours, and be admired by the world!"

He calmed down, stabilized his tired body, and then turned upward, seeing that victory was in sight, and his mood became more and more happy. Unexpectedly, at this time, the mountain wind brought black sand and condensed into dozens of leopard warriors around the perimeter, followed by climbing upwards and approaching Torres.

"Bastard!" Torres cursed angrily, and began to quicken his pace, intending to get rid of the pursuers below, but he was already sleepy, his limbs were weak, and he grabbed the air in a panic, and his body involuntarily slid down, and he was about to fall.

He exclaimed, grabbed the mast in a hurry, and stopped. The Black Shadow Leopard people took out the long swords on their backs and threw them at each other's backs together.

"I'm flashing!" Torres gritted his teeth and jumped out two steps with his feet, dodging the doom behind him and continuing to move upward.

The Black Shadow Warriors missed the blow and roared one after another, following in pursuit. They are extremely good at climbing, and they rise very quickly, and they are about to catch up with each other, and their outstretched arms are about to reach their boots, causing Torres to roar and kick back with all his might, looking helpless.

At the critical moment, the blonde and brown-haired women shot down the last few birds and pounced together. They tossed and turned in the air nimbly, killing several leopard men in succession, and temporarily relieving the blonde boy.

Before the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief, the birdsong sounded again, and the black figure streaked across the sky and flew towards this direction in the distance.

"No, the Conjuring Tower will spawn guards on its own, so you can't kill them all!" The blonde beauty looked at her sister and said, "You come to block the pursuers, I'll take him up!"

"Okay, I'll do my best to help you stall!" The brunette beauty looked determined.

The blonde woman dodged and appeared behind Torres, hugging his waist hard, her wings flapping up and sending her into the air.

"What do you want to do?" He was a little flustered because his feet were on the ground and his body was not supported, and he struggled hard with his hands and feet.

"Don't be afraid, my eldest young master!" the blonde woman chuckled, and then said, "I'll take you up, don't move, it's not fun to fall." ”

Torres quickly clinged to his body with his hands and feet, and did not move, allowing his opponent to flutter his wings and fly high, rushing upwards with the fierce wind of the fan, towards the high spire.

The black shadow leopard man and the strange bird shouted angrily in unison, and chased them desperately towards it, but they were screamed by the brown-haired woman, who waved her claws from behind and slashed them continuously, and dozens of black shadows turned into flying sand and drifted away with the wind. She was so desperate that she forgot to dodge, and was bitten hard by a leopard man on her back, and her wings were almost torn off. In pain, she spun around and fell dozens of meters, struggling to shake off the other party, but was surrounded by more black shadow warriors.

"Right there!" Torres exclaimed as he quickly reached the top of the tower, led by the blonde woman, and exclaimed as he looked at the hemispherical building that glowed red in front of him. He suddenly felt his body soar into the air and was thrown into the top of the tower by the other party.

"Hurry up, we're running out of time!" The blonde woman looked down anxiously, seeing that the brown-haired woman was under the repeated siege of the Black Sand warriors, with more and more wounds, and she couldn't help but rush down to help. She weighed it repeatedly but held back, but secretly said in her heart: "Sister, you must hold on!"

Torres fell to the ground and flipped around, then rushed into the center of the top of the tower, and looked at a stone platform with a large metal box with hollow engravings, from which flashes of red light came from.

He was a little nervous, afraid that there would be a mechanism on it, so he didn't dare to open it with his hands at will. He looked around from the side of the top of the tower, broke a wooden shelf that had fallen into disrepair and leaked, and then carefully reached through the stick, repeating it several times before opening the box.

There were no hidden weapons, no poisonous mist, no mechanisms, only an ugly heart in the box, translucent, flashing with red light, beating rhythmically.

"That's you!" Torres flashed an eerie red light in his eyes, and involuntarily opened his palm and grabbed at the heart. (To be continued.) )