Grappling!

The knife of the black shadow is as fast as a knife. Harris wears armor forged by the attachment of nanomachines, and docks the sharp long knife on the opposite side with his bare hands.

Suddenly, his figure retreated. The black shadow was alert, and he scanned the surroundings, and at some point, the black sand suspended on his side suddenly increased.

With a triumphant smile on his lips, Harris reached forward, his fingers spread wide, and then clenched sharply.

As if guided by something, those black sand suspended in the air gathered towards the black shadow like an electric shot, densely packed, and gathered into a huge black ball in an instant, wrapping the black shadow in it, and the black ball compressed and compressed, and then compressed. It was as if the people inside were going to be completely crushed into minced meat.

The creaking sound constantly scratches the human eardrum. It's a hybrid sound that is somewhere between bone tearing and metal rubbing. No one would doubt that there were still people who could survive under such crushing.

The black sand dispersed with a wave of Harris's hand, and what he saw was a mass of unidentified liquid.

The scattered liquid gathered again as if it had been active, and the head, neck, and limbs were reunited and shaped from under a puddle of black body fluids. His face was obviously pitch black and he couldn't see his expression, but Harris still felt the other party's contemptuous smile.

"It can't be broken, it can't be torn. Well, under the scorching heat, burn into the air.'"

Harris clasped his hands together, slapped hard, and raised his hand again, and a black spear in his palm was "pulling" out. Raising his hand and pointing at a distance, the black spear, which was originally one zhang long, grew when he saw the wind, and increased rapidly, extending to dozens of meters away almost instantly, penetrating the chest of the black shadow.

The shadow tilted his head, a playful smile on his face, and he swayed from side to side, tearing the hole in his chest wider. This move has a strong flavor of ridicule.

Through the wound, there was no blood flowing out, just a bare cavity after the muscles were squeezed out.

The corners of Harris's mouth turned up, the black spear changed rapidly, and the hot heat of his hands emanated from the inside out, and the surrounding temperature rose to nearly 800 degrees in a few tenths of a second. At such a temperature, even the air begins to burn and distort. It is as if you are in a maze of mirrors in an amusement park, with twisted mirrors in front and back, left and right - the whole space is distorted.

A mournful sound that did not resemble a human voice came from the mouth of the shadow. He curled up and suddenly burst out of countless splattered silk threads, and fled far away.

It's hard to imagine that a person can be pulled out of the overwhelming silk thread. Silk threads cover the sky and cover the earth. Intricately intertwined and infinitely spreading.

In the countless overlapping "cobwebs", the spear tens of meters long in Harris's hand turned into a hot table knife, and the fragile silk thread became butter, oh~~, where the spear fell, the silk thread was broken as if it was gently cut by scissors.

Swept horizontally, the silk thread in the sky was missing a large section, but all those touched by the spear all emitted a pungent burnt smell, and then quickly vaporized and disappeared.

Sharp screams overflowed from every thread, and one could imagine the pain that the shadow was suffering at this moment. The silk threads it had conjured were constantly moving from side to side, trying in vain to get out of the realm of the opponent's spear swinging.

Wally's face was extremely bad, and he kept wandering around them, getting closer and closer, and then withdrawing. Such a high-speed movement is constantly consuming his physical strength, and the original surging power is now shrinking as if it has been turned on by a pool of faucets. He gritted his teeth and dwelt on it. And the terrible screams from the other end, like the death knell of death, kept echoing in his ears.

"Gouy, Shabana, go to Harris' aid. I'll just be with Paulson here. Keith was keenly aware of the other party's intentions, and his heart chuckled. Wally kept pestering them, preventing the two waves from converging. In the entanglement, the distance between the two sides is invisibly widened.

Now, Harris and Keith are more than eighty meters apart!

Again, in Harris's eyes, it is difficult not to find a flaw in such a trick. It seems that he is wielding a spear and constantly chasing the shadow, and the shadow is embarrassed by the wolf and dog under such a sharp blow. In fact, he was on the alert, and his eyes were sweeping around all the time, trying to find those guys who were hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

Overhead!

Harris looked up as if he was aware of this. At this moment, the setting sun is tilting, and the dazzling streamer pours down, and a shadow hides in this dazzling multicolored light.

It's Griffin.

The boss of the Wasteland Beast, dressed in a turquoise trench coat, clutched his locust cane, and stood in the void.

He dropped his cane, his hands stamped on his chest, and countless green rays secreted out of his body, converging towards the free-falling downward cane at the speed of a flash.

The hanging cane was gently held up by the green mang, and suddenly burst into a dazzling halo. The cane grew at the sight of the wind, and in an instant, it swelled hundreds of times, and the shriveled and wrinkled skin on it was unexpectedly full of vitality. The cane disintegrated, turning into countless bucket-sized branches that shot downward.

The overwhelming branches fell from the sky like the World Tree, and the thick branches blocked all the paths that could be retreated with a force that pierced the sky and the earth, and crushed them with a surging and upright momentum.

There is no way to run, nowhere to go.

This is the most real situation for Harris at the moment, but with his high-speed calculations, he can still find a gap in the overwhelming blockade. Although this gap is very small.

The shadow that turned into a silk thread leaned in, trying in vain to close the narrow gap.

The corners of Harris's mouth turned up slightly, and his whole face became crazy and hysterical. The eyes turned from blue-gray to red, which was caused by extreme excitement or anger, and blood poured into the pupils.

Griffin's heart throbbed inexplicably, and he suddenly panicked. The moment he caught a glimpse of Harris's red eyes below, his heart was faintly restless and restless.

There is no doubt that this is a sign of red-eyed and open-mindedness.

Confusion flashed in the shadow's eyes, and his body paused slightly in confusion as he made his way to block the path at high speed.

In the face of the shrouded "Sky Forest", Harris was indifferent, he just stood still, motionless, and did not panic to the only area where he could avoid this round of attack.

He raised one hand, and the dust suspended around him poured in wildly, overlapping and condensing into a black sphere the size of a basketball above the palm of his hand. Between the heartbeats, one by one, the black sphere shrank sharply by one circle, and then by one by one, and then by one circle.

The pulsation became faster and faster, and the sphere became smaller and smaller, and in an instant, the sphere was compressed to the size of a grain of rice. With a wave of one hand, the black grains of rice floated out.

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly.

The direction in which the rice grains float is the only gap.

He must be crazy, he must be crazy.

A voice shouted wildly in Griffin's heart.

This grain of rice is only so small, and if the mass and weight contained in it are infinitely compressed, it will be devastating. The other party actually gave up his defense, concentrating all his energy into the little grain of rice in his hand, and the grain of rice did not attack Griffin upwards, nor did it attack the shadow, but rushed towards the gap.

On the side of the gap was a small bungalow, dilapidated and low, which looked unremarkable among the ruins, and there was nothing remarkable about it. Under the falling branches, there are countless such ordinary houses.

But at the moment, this ordinary house has become unusual.

Grains of rice are suspended in the air at a height of hundreds of meters in the small bungalow.

"Shh Harris pursed his lips disdainfully, did they think he couldn't see such an obvious trap? What kind of person is Griffin, and would such a guy really accidentally amplify his moves and leave a small gap for people to escape?

The pressure in the sky increased suddenly, and an invisible surging momentum descended from the sky.

A figure shot out of a window in the small bungalow at the last moment, and at the same time, countless colorful protective barriers rippled around the body.

But, it's too late!

Grains of rice fall from the sky, shattering the stars.

Flashes of light, light and shadow are like shuttles.

Acceleration that shouldn't exist, falls that shouldn't exist. The surrounding air was torn apart by something intangible, making a dull and sharp sound of breaking through the air. Because the speed is so fast, even the sparks caused by the friction of air resistance are so brief that they seem to have never existed.

In that moment, the whole world froze.

The world was pressed the pause button.

But such a pause did not last long, it could be a second, it could be a few seconds.

A dazzling white light rose from the ground, followed by the trembling, writhing, cracking, and churning of the buildings on the ground. The temperature is rising, so hot that it can evaporate people instantly.

After an unknown amount of time, the world restarted playing from the pause button.

"Crackling...... Crackling ......"

It's strange that the whole world is the sound of burning. Everywhere there is a scorching stench.

A small corner of the city is like falling into a black and white quagmire. Fall towards the crater that has collapsed at the bottom, fall!

High in the air, Griffin forgot to move, staring dumbfounded at the scene at his feet, which was a little far away from him, but the oncoming wind carried a surging heat that continued to scorch his bare skin.

The shadow stopped his tracks in a daze, letting the heat scorch and the foehn blow wildly. Motionless, the whole person was stunned.

In front of him is a huge deep depression. The entire area was crushed by the Hand of God, revealing a huge void. It was as if God had wiped out the area with a single blow, as if it had never existed.

Something shot out and slammed into his arms, and the two of them rolled out seven or eight meters one after another before stopping. The shadow bowed her head, and in her arms lay Skaya.

At this moment, she was so badly injured that she could even breathe a wisp of blood.

Although her sharp reaction allowed her to flee the central area, the slight ripple of the periphery still hurt her.

"Be careful." Griffin shouted hysterically. Vines descending from the sky shifted their bearings, trying to free the two members of their own team below.

Harris has already been killed.

A large number of branches fell like spears and spears, but they could not delay the opponent's movement. Seeing this, Griffin's body rose with a green light shield, and the whole person fell sharply downward, like a meteor falling to the ground.

Worried.

Facing Harris, who is on a killing spree, Griffin is worried in his heart. Rushing over in a hurry, hoping to stop Harris when he was in front of the two.

It's unbelievable that with such a surging attack, there is not the slightest trace of tiredness on the other party's face. There was no respite and no rest, but wave after wave of attacks.

Isn't he human? Isn't there a skill stiff gap for nanomachines?

Griffin's mind is messed up.

The two of them parted at the touch of a button. They were all battle-hardened men, and in the face of threats from near and far, Skaya scattered with the shadows, one left and one right, running wildly.

Both sides were actually seriously injured to varying degrees, but at the moment of life and death, they squeezed out all the potential in their bodies to resist.

Griffin's entire body suddenly dried up, and his speed increased several times in an instant, and an afterimage swept through the air, almost hindering Harris when he attacked the two of them.

Harris rushed in at a rapid pace, with no intention of changing his path, and looking at the situation, he was so arrogant that he seemed to be about to wipe out the three of them together.

Griffin raised his hand, trying to prop up the mask, trying to give the two behind him enough time to escape.

The two suddenly collided in the air, and Griffin gritted his teeth in a vain attempt to resist the onslaught. But Harris, who rushed straight at him, shattered into countless fragments of his body when he hit the green light mask.

Griffin, who was full of riveting, was stunned for a moment and hurriedly turned his head. Her gaze swept from top to bottom over Skaya's area, where she was running for her life like a lost dog.

Unconscious, a figure slowly rose from behind.

"Small—heart—" Griffin's eyes cracked.

A hand covered in black scales poked out of her chest. An ochre-red liquid mixed with a large number of fragments of tissues and organs squirted out. Skaya stumbled as she ran, standing at the intersection in a daze, the brilliance in her eyes was gradually fading, the whole person seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the huge pressure made her just want to bend down and kneel on the ground.

Harris stood, like a king looking down on the world, standing above the intersection, looking at Skaya who was on her knees with her hands on her hands, and there was no pity, no pity, nothing but endless indifference in her eyes.

He slowly withdrew his hand, letting the hot, viscous liquid slide down his arm, dripping, little by little, one drop, forming a small puddle of flowers on the ground like a hot rose.

Skaya fell to the cold ground, her body still twitching unconsciously.

The shadow looked back in surprise and stopped. Griffin went crazy and hurried this way.

Guy and Shabana teamed up to rush from the rear, and the situation took a turn for the worse for a while.

The corners of their mouths uncontrollably rippled into a triumphant smile.

In fact, they may not have thought that this cold and glamorous noble son would be terrifying.

"Shadow, I'll grass you*, at this time to reserve strength for labor and management." Griffin raised his hand like crazy, and countless luminous bullets accumulated in front of him, and the lightning shot out.

The shadow's face changed, it was as red as a pig's liver, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly his body expanded several times, and with a pop, it turned into countless fragments and swept in.

Harris clasped his hands to his chest, and he stood still.

At this moment, the body of Skaya, who was supposed to be dead, moved slightly, and streams of pink pheromones invisible to the naked eye were like phantoms of nothingness, wrapping along the pool of blood spreading under his feet towards Harris's heels.

If Harris could have the same ability as Ye Suqin, and could smell and "see", he would find that the blood pool under his feet had dropped a little bit, and the blood dripping on his hands had been slightly stagnant on his arm for a little longer.

Countless pink pheromones filled his surroundings, thick as if they were about to melt him whole.

Unfortunately, Harris can't see or smell. Pheromones are harmless, colorless and odorless. As a result, most of the warning units are not able to capture this air-like thing.

The next moment, the barking of a beast rang out in the distance.