However, Familian did not understand her brother's painstaking efforts, and she was very unhappy to break free from Ulquiola's pull, "You can't just find one at random. I'm tired, I don't want to go anymore, or just this guy."

Sensing the problem in their words, Niu Touxu took a cautious step back, "What do you mean?"

"We ......," Ulquiorla was about to explain, but Familian snatched the words mercilessly, "I need you to be my strength, you are the last void I have evolved into Achucas, feel the supreme glory." Now with gratitude and excitement, put your neck over and it will be over soon."

Suddenly, the scene was cold, as if it was blown by a cold wind.

"Hey, tap your hand," Yami's voice came from far and near, "leave some for me."

The bull's weak nose spewed out a turbid breath, "You are looking for death, dare to come here to make trouble!" Do you know whose territory this is?" The bull head shouted viciously, "None of you want to leave today!"

Ulquiora stepped forward decisively, her outstretched wings in front of Familian, who now felt as if he was carrying an idiot to protect a child waiting to be fed.

"Looks like a fight is inevitable." Seeing the other side approaching here, Ulquiora turned her head to the eager Familian and said, "Be careful not to get hurt."

"This is Lord Balgaon's territory, you bugs......" The bull head screamed menacingly, and the mask on his face suddenly cracked, and blood slowly flowed out.

Ulquiorra stood in front of him, one hand together, fingertips still stained with blood.

Niu Touxuan touched his face, and the black-red blood was flowing down his mask under the reflection of the moonlight, "I will never let you get out of here alive!" The bull roared loudly, but was suddenly knocked away by an even larger figure. "The tooth is here! Let's go together! Wha."

Familian excitedly looked at the void who rushed to him, and regardless of Ulquiora, who was protecting herself behind her, she raised her wings and rushed into the sky, attacking the other party. "I want all your masks!"

The battle was almost crushing, except for the bull's head, and the rest was only cleared by the bickering of Familian and Yami.

"These are the men of the King of the Void Circle?" Familian and the others were intact and uninjured, and it seemed that Ulquiora was indeed a little overly worried, "Looking at it like this, the king of the void circle won't be very strong."

"You ......" Niu Touxuan was already panting at this time, covered in wounds, and one of his horns was broken, "Who are you?"

"Huh? You're going to die and you want to know who we are?" Yami raised his fist and smashed it into Niu Tou's face, blood splattering in all directions, "Die with doubts, waste."

"Hey, Yami!" Familian stopped him dissatisfied, "Didn't I say this guy was mine, why did you beat him like this," she stepped forward and picked up a blood-stained horn from a pool of blood, "Click-" and bit it to pieces.

Ya Dense shook the blood off his fist nonchalantly, "yes, I'm sorry I forgot. No, I don't seem to hear what you're saying."

Familian pouted and was about to say a few words when a puff of black smoke enveloped her body, as if what they called "evolution" had begun.

"Is this the beginning," Yami looked down at Familian beside her with interest, sticking out her tongue and licking her dry lips.

Ulquiorla quickly stepped forward, looking at Familian, who was wrapped in black smoke with a worried face, "Fami, how are you feeling?"

"Well, it's not bad." The black smoke came and went as fast as it came, "I feel a lot stronger now than before, haha. Look how I've changed," Familian cried out happily as a child, reaching out and taking Ulquiola's arm.

"Hmm......" Yami and Ulquiora looked the excited Familian up and down for a long time, and then they looked at each other, trying to say something.

"Isn't that amazing? Tell me about it." Familian spun around, not too concerned about their expressions, still immersed in the joy of evolution

In the midst of joy.

"Uh......" Yami stretched out his hand to measure his mask, "Your face is here, and here, there are a few more paths, not to mention it's pretty good."

Familian was stunned, "Gone?"

"Hmm," Yami stared at Familian back and forth for a long time, "your boobs have grown."

"I didn't say that," Familian looked at his arm, tugging at the wings on his back, "Is there anything else that has changed?" She was very anxious, because she couldn't tell the difference from before.

"It's gone." Tell the truth.

"How can this be," Familian pouted and kicked the bull head next to her, "What about you, is it the same when you evolve, just a few more patterns on the mask, and there will be no other changes?"

Yami patted his strong chest, "I didn't have an upper body like this when I was still Killian." Yami looked at Familian proudly, only to find that the other party was looking at him with sympathy, "What kind of expression do you have, believe it or not, I made you the same as the bull-headed dwarf next to you."

"Then try," Familian chuckled nonchalantly, "I think if I devour your mask again, I might change somewhat."

"Don't make a fuss," Ulquiora snorted to stop the arguing, "it's time to go, the purpose has been accomplished."

"Eh, wait, I remember......" Familian walked over to the boulder and pointed to a scarred void that had collapsed there, "The guys seem to be fighting him, what is he going to do."

Yami cupped her chin, "yes, there's still a living one." I didn't even notice it, and if I can be taught by that group of garbage to be like this, it's just garbage in garbage."

"Leave him alone, we've achieved our goal." Ulquiora urged, he didn't want Familian to get into any other trouble, "Get out of here, he has nothing to do with us."

Familian ignored Ulquiola's words and crouched down in front of the other party, looking at his wound carefully, it was also a humanoid void, with unusually slender arms, and its body was covered with bone spurs of different lengths, but the mask was full of cracks.

"It hurts."

"Kill me, please," the other man coughed up a mouthful of blood and spit it aside, weakly whispering a word.