On the ruins, only Karthas, Wren and Yamen were left at this moment, and the atmosphere was still cold and silent, Karthas raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the old man who was chasing Arya away, the oncoming breeze blew the broken hair on his forehead, and the red cloak floated gently up and down in the air, like layers of burning flames.

Wren and Yamen looked impassive on the surface, but there was no casual and calm expression on their faces, relative to an abnormal solemnity and vigilance, just like their tense nerves, the high bulging muscles were precipitated with amazing power that could burst out anytime and anywhere, whether it was attacking or dodging, they were fully prepared, and the reason why they were stalemate at the moment was just waiting for a suitable or appropriate time.

The kind of aura that seems to be silent but is actually terrifying revealed by the enemy in front of him did surprise Yamen and Wren, especially Wren, who had just come into contact with this gorgeous magical world, he was not enough to judge how strong the enemy in front of him was, but in his sensitive sixth sense, he instinctively felt the terrifying strength far above himself, the terrifying sense of oppression as if staring at the huge whirlpool in the abyss under the sea, as if his body was entangled by a stout huge python, unable to break free, and the hideous and cold huge vertical pupils were staring at him coldly, spitting out scarlet letters, the breath that came to the face was like a bloody rain.

"I see, deliberately distracting Colonel Parsis just so that he can concentrate on dealing with me?" Karthas's expression did not show the slightest change, and the indifference and recklessness still calmly and calmly permeated his handsome face full of wildness, and his voice was low and magnetic, like a friction between metals, "What a wise judgment, where do you see that I am more difficult to deal with than he is? intuition? or your keen insight?"

"It's just intuition!" Wren slowly clenched his fists and stared at the suffocating enemy in front of him, as if the slightest relaxation would turn that cold aura into a sharp sword piercing his body, "But, it seems that he guessed correctly?!"

"I see, but is it really okay for you to use a seriously injured man to dismiss Colonel Parsis alone?" Karthas raised his eyebrows slightly provocatively, and said with a little regret, "Although he looks like an old man, his demon soul weapon is the strongest in the entire Bhakda Empire, and there is no one, your companions are definitely ...... Will die!"

"Yes, it's a pity, maybe it's Colonel Parsis that you call you, if I'm not mistaken, he's using the wind elemental, right?!" Amen exhaled deeply, and his mountain-like body invisibly exerted an indescribable sense of oppression, "Arya is very strong as the vice-captain of [Ice Wing], and the most important thing is that the wind is a natural weapon for her. ”

"I see, the soldiers of Oslan have always been so self-righteous, right?! It's funny to be able to make such a judgment even though they had just been badly wounded just a moment ago. There was a kind of disdainful mockery in Karthas's indifferent voice, "The [God Hunter] is known as the strongest demon soul weapon ever created, you underestimated its terrifyingness, and you also underestimated the strength of Colonel Parcis, you will regret it!"

"Demon Soul Weapon?" Wren and Yamen couldn't help but be a little stunned when they heard this new term.

"It's the first time you've heard this term, right? No wonder, after all, this is Bakda's highest-level research secret, so it's not surprising that I don't know, but ......" The aura of killing on Karthas's body gradually became stronger, and the soul power emanating from his body slowly turned into a black substance, and there was a sound of air explosions in the air, and circles of air ripples visible to the naked eye rippled from his body, and the ground under his feet shattered into a spider web, and a huge sense of oppression surged like a tsunami. You may not need to know, because you have miscalculated another thing, and that is that even if you two pieces of waste are left to deal with me, it will not help, and you are no match for me!"

The high-pressure air flow of the storm kept flying past Arya's side, and the air flow wrapped in [Bursts] spread around her like a whirlpool, and if you were not careful, you would be cut by that deadly cyclone. Arya's speed had increased to the limit, and her dexterous and light body was constantly dodging the attacks that kept coming from behind her, each high-pressure air stream could easily pierce through the rock-made wall, and these dense attacks pressed on Arya, giving her no respite, and the sharp scream that tore through the air tore at Arya's eardrums vividly.

"This is the ability of the [God Hunter] in his second form - [Burst Bullet]!" the old man's deep voice behind him came from the sharp air, "Why, it's almost time to give up, it's impossible for an injured body like yours to last long in [Burst Bullet]." ”

"It's really a troublesome ability.,Such a continuous output.,Even if I can slightly change the trajectory of an attack, it's useless.,And it's impossible to dodge all the attacks for a long time.,You have to think of a way as soon as possible.,The wound just now seems to be cracked again......" Arya thought to herself as she sped through the complex terrain of buildings, her increasingly pale face with a sad expression, the wound on her left chest was faintly oozing blood from the intense movement, and her movements gradually slowed down under the rapid attack of more and more showers, "What should I do?"

"You can't escape!" The old man's relentless figure always wandered behind Arya, his vigorous face was a kind of gloomy depth, and the murderous aura permeated his narrow eyes, "It's useless, you're just wasting your efforts, within its hunting range, even if it's a god, you can't escape!"

The crackling sound of the high-pressure air stream echoed over the cold and lonely city of steel, accompanied by a scream that tore through the air.

"Run?" Arya's figure stopped suddenly, there seemed to be a light in her mind that flashed suddenly, she flipped her body flexibly in the air, facing the many high-pressure air currents that followed, her hands hidden in the white gauze skirt suddenly shot out a few silver knife lights, the cold knife light flashed in the air, after a series of sharp and piercing friction sounds, all the high-pressure air currents were canceled out by the silver knife light, she stood coldly on the roof of a hut, looking at the old man who followed not far away, who also stopped and attacked, and said with an indifferent smile, "I'm not on the run!"

"Really, or did you choose to give up?" said the old man's eyes narrowed in surprise.

"No, I'm just thinking about your abilities. Arya's breathing seemed a little rapid and heavy, and the constant running and dodging took a lot of her strength.

"Oh, think about my abilities?" the old man keenly noticed Arya's physical exertion, for him, Arya was obviously already a turtle in an urn, "So what did you think about?"

"Well, you've almost found the fatal flaw in your abilities!" said Arya, calmly and calmly.

"Fatal flaws?" the old man looked at Arya thoughtfully, "You mean my [God Hunter] has a fatal flaw?"

"It looks like you didn't notice it at all, there is a fatal flaw in your ability, whether it is [Sniper] or [Combo Bullet]!" Arya slowly pulled out a sharp short blade from the inside of her skirt, and the silver cold light flashed on the short blade, "Your ability, or the ability of [God Hunter], is based on the fact that you have a certain distance from the enemy, that is, when the enemy breaks through the threshold of distance from you, then ......"

Before Arya finished speaking, the delicate figure disappeared in place, and at the moment when the old man didn't have time to attack, an afterimage flashed in front of the old man, the old man frowned slightly, and only felt a cold chill attack on his neck, his rickety body instinctively flashed outward, a shallow knife mark appeared under his neck, and blood slowly flowed down his old but strong muscles.

"What are you capable of...... There's no use for it!" Arya's figure reappeared not far from him, the dagger in her left hand stained with a trace of scarlet blood, "This is the fatal flaw of your abilities!"

"I see, whether it's [Sniper] or [Combo], it will become useless in the face of close-range combat. The old man raised his right hand holding the [God Hunter], wiped the blood stains from his neck with the back of his rough hand, and stared at Arya with a gaze as silent as stagnant water, "Interesting, I was able to notice this so quickly!"

"Of course, because it's unfortunate that I'm the kind of warrior who is good at close-range assassination!" Arya looked at the old man's sharp gaze and said lightly, "Your ability has lost its advantage, and this battle is over......"

"Hahaha, you look quite confident after almost dying under [Sniper]!?" the old man suddenly smiled gloomily, and at the same time he quickly raised the black muzzle and aimed it at Arya, "But the most important question at the moment is that there is still some distance between you and me, how are you going to break through my [Combo] before that?"

"This distance is still within my hunting range, just like I could easily touch your body just now......" Arya held the knife in her backhand, vigilantly assuming an offensive stance, the surrounding air was filled with an increasingly murderous aura, as if a rainstorm would come at any time, "Now is it!"

"It's ridiculous, I don't know the so-called young man, then let you sober up!" As soon as the old man's words fell, a series of sharp tearing sounds sounded abruptly in the air.