[The current state is not good, 10 spirit amplification potions have been automatically purchased, costing 1000 ghosts, the current remaining: 19565 ghosts]

[The current state is excellent, entering the state of "No Him", in this state, the physical consumption of [Fog Harbor Night Walking] is reduced by 80%, the physical recovery speed is doubled, and the duration is 1 minute]

[Desperate Reward: Activate [Exclusive Partner - Projectile Pitcher] - After establishing a link with [Exclusive Partner], you will immediately gain 20 Partner Growth Points]

In the sound of the system's announcement, Fang Xingyang's mind suddenly had an extra picture.

The image was like a small animation, starting with someone opening their eyes in a daze, followed by a lazy yawn in his head.

But in the picture, what is presented is his Wugang commission shop.

And where is this perspective...... It turned out to be the counter in his store!

This strange location, this unique perspective......

"It's ...... The perspective of a projectile pitcher? He exclaimed in his heart.

"Huh??"

The projectile pitcher in the perspective looked up curiously as if he could hear his thoughts.

"Projectile pitcher, can you hear me?"

The picture in my mind clicked up and down, "Huh? Baba? ”

Then, as if he was in a hurry because he couldn't find him, the projectile pitcher looked around.

In the next second, a dull sound of breaking wind exploded in front of Fang Xingyang.

Yiwang didn't know when he attacked him and hit him headfirst in the chest.

It felt like being pushed to the chest by a full-speed siege truck.

The sour feeling makes you want to spit out all the internal organs in one bite!

【Warning! A deadly attack is detected, the internal organs are severely damaged, and the Chaos Demon Energy in the body is seriously polluted! Please use [Blessing of the Lost Realm] to heal and purify now! 】

Fang Xingyang was still in the air, and subconsciously clenched the jade pendant in his hand.

Dazzling healing light burst out of him, even brighter than when he had revived the Demon Eater.

Half a second later, he slammed his head against the wall of the hall, and he even heard a "click" coming from himself.

But this time, the system didn't even warn him of the danger......

"Hmm! Baba!! ”

The little guy in his mind seemed to be able to see his situation here, and he became anxious after seeing him being knocked away.

The perspective jumped off the counter in an instant, and even Fang Xingyang clearly heard the sound of the flower pot falling to the ground.

Then he watched as the projectile pitcher jumped and tried to open the door of the store and come out to find him.

But helplessly, the door was locked by him from the outside.

In the next second, a small wooden basket appeared in the picture, and a wooden energy bomb was lying quietly in the basket.

Before Fang Xingyang came back to his senses, the door of the store was blown over with a loud "boom".

Then the little guy in his mind seemed to know his location, and rushed over with a "snap......

Fang Xingyang smiled bitterly and spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs from his mouth.

He didn't understand, could it be that the "survive for two minutes" mission released by the system was just to wait for the projectile pitcher to come to support?

Will the projectile pitcher be the key to his comeback?

He felt a little incredible.

But the projectile pitcher in the picture does look a little different from before.

Like what...... How can a projectile pitcher run so fast when he is so small? And......

It looks like it's growing a little taller?

The sound of low footsteps forced Fang Xingyang to shift his attention to his side.

There were still 89 seconds left in the countdown above his head, but Yiwang had slowly walked up to him, and the raging chaos magic energy around him flowed down its body to the ground like a stream of water.

Looking at Wang's leisurely pace, Fang Xingyang thought that the mastermind behind the scenes didn't want to kill him.

If the mastermind behind the scenes wants to, let alone 120 seconds, 20 seconds is estimated to be enough for him to die ten times.

【Warning! An unknown dark circle has been detected, so flee the area immediately! 】

In the warning sound of the system, Fang Xingyang was horrified to find that black smoke began to rise next to him!

Looking beneath him, countless strange symbols were seeping out of the ground beneath him.

These symbols were all composed of those chaotic demonic energies flowing from Yiwang's body, and all the symbols converged into a circle, enclosing his entire person in it.

The blink almost knocked all his bones apart, and he struggled to get up from the ground and escape.

But his legs didn't react as if they didn't obey the call.

Seeing the magic circle under him gradually take shape, more and more mysterious symbols that he couldn't understand appeared from the magic circle.

Fang Xingyang felt like a lamb thrown onto the altar, waiting to be sacrificed by the evil people.

He inserted the flintlock pistol into the waistband of his trousers and clenched the jade pendant tightly with both hands.

An unprecedented healing light emanated from the jade pendant, reflecting his entire being green.

Soon, a white mist emerged from the green light beside him.

Yiwang seemed to notice that something was wrong with him, and reached out his paw to press him in place.

But Fang Xingyang was like a ghost, and disappeared under a wave of claws in an instant.

In an instant, Fang Xingyang appeared in the corner of the hall, and slammed into the wall as if he couldn't stop the car.

He recovered from the [Fog Harbor Night Walking] state, and turned his head to look at the black circle with a panicked expression.

After the circle was constructed, a terrifying flow of energy erupted from under the circle like a waterfall against the current, and then disappeared into the air strangely.

Fang Xingyang didn't know what this magic circle was for, anyway, if he hadn't run away just now, maybe something terrible would have happened.

In his mind, the sound of "popping" footsteps became more and more dense, and even he heard bursts of milky gasps.

Fang Xingyang had to admit that the projectile pitcher ran really fast, and it was almost comparable to his 100-meter sprint speed.

In less than thirty seconds, the projectile pitchers were almost there!

But...... The projectile pitcher seems to be running a little too fast, and it doesn't match the countdown of more than 70 seconds left on his head......

Could it be that there is something wrong in the middle? For example, a projectile pitcher tripped over something because he ran too fast?

Fang Xingyang, who was at the end of his rope, began to focus all his attention on his thoughts.

In the center of the hall, the Charmer, who had lost the Jade Pendant's continued healing, became berserk again.

She struggled frantically, the rope that Fang Xingyang tied to her was not a dead knot in the first place, and she quickly broke free from it.

The freed sorcerer stood in the middle of the hall, glaring at everything she saw like a mad beast.

Eventually, her eyes fell on a wang.

With a terrifying roar, the Charmer suddenly lunged at it.

A wave turned to attack, its sharp claws clapping with the sorcerer's giant claws.

A large amount of Chaos Demon Energy instantly erupted from the hall, causing Fang Xingyang's whole body to hurt as if he had been cut by a knife.

In terms of size, the spell magician in the spell solving form is simply a lot more burly than Yi Wang, but even with such a size gap, the witch spell is still slapped out by a claw from Yi Wang.

For Yiwang, the blow was as easy as hitting a tennis ball......

The sorcerer slammed into the wall of the hall before stopping, and such a fierce attack temporarily suppressed her out-of-control progress, making her sober again, her eyes looking at Yiwang and Fang Xingyang in front of her in a daze.

Ignoring Fang Xingyang in the corner, he slowly walked towards the spell master.

After all, its target was not Fang Xingyang, but the metal piece in the body of the wizard.

But as soon as it reached the center of the hall, it was attracted by a rapid "click" sound from outside the door, as if someone was running.

But the sound of the run sounded very "out of place".

Because it was like the sound of a child running barefoot on the floor, and suddenly there was a milky sound as he ran:

"W-ahh

In the midst of the childish shouts, several wooden projectiles with colorful lights flew from outside the door.

It seems that even the mastermind behind the scenes did not realize the arrival of this uninvited guest, and let Yiwang stand still, firmly eating all the damage of the projectile.

The destructive power of those projectiles should not be underestimated, and even the floor tiles of the hall were blown around.

For a moment, the rising smoke and dust covered the cloud of chaotic magic energy beside him.

And in Fang Xingyang's mind, he also saw himself lying in the corner like a dead dog through the perspective of a projectile pitcher.

He looked at the countdown above his head with a puzzled expression, and the doubt on his face suddenly turned to horror.

What the heck? Obviously, there are still more than 30 seconds, and the projectile pitcher is speeding, right?

Or is it that the projectile pitcher is holding back his big move and has to wait more than thirty seconds before he can release it to end the battle?

With all kinds of doubts, Fang Xingyang gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

When his gaze fell on the door of the hall, the whole person instantly ┌(。 Д。 ┐ up.