On the gradually melting snow, a blue figure was running rapidly.

It was Marquis Gene wearing combat armor and holding a magic sword in his arms.

Feeling the vibration from his feet and feeling the increasing pressure deep in the earth, Gene's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

But for some reason, a warm feeling came from the magic sword in his arms, which made him feel nervous and fearful, but he was still calm to the extreme. Every step he took and every move was not wrong.

Then he felt his body being pushed by a powerful force, and he flew dozens of meters away with every step. He ran towards the Angela at a speed far beyond his peak speed.

As soon as they rushed to the boat, everyone looked at Marquis Gene in surprise.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Why did it suddenly have an earthquake?"

"What did you find? Where are the others?"

Facing everyone's questions, Marquis Gene had no time to answer them, but called the captain and said, "Hurry up and start the boat, start the anchor, start the boat, hurry up!!"

The captain looked at Marquis Gene for some reason: "Uh? Why? The others have not come yet!"

Feeling the endless aura under his feet, which seemed to be rising endlessly, Jean's fear became more and more serious: "They are all dead, there are monsters in the tomb, drive the boat for me!"

Suddenly, he looked to the lower right side of himself, and saw a black slave reaching his hand into his arms. He looked down and found that a sharp corner had appeared in the magic sword at some point.

Like an egg-protecting hen, Marquis Gene yelled angrily and had already punched the black man in the head. A total of tons of power directly smashed the slave's head into a pool of mud. He quickly wrapped the magic sword again, as if he was very afraid of others' attention to attacking the magic sword.

Gene turned his gaze and saw the captain and crew hesitate, puzzled, suspicious, and hesitant. A hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. He pushed the crew around him away and walked towards the seaplane.

...

Deep underground, everyone stared at the horror scene in front of them.

Zuo Zhicheng, who was originally sitting in the coffin, had already flew into the air. He was in mid-air, and countless black flames condensed in the void, and then penetrated into his body like a serpent. His body seemed to be inflating, and as the black flames were filled, they became more and more full and stronger.

It seemed that he could not stand this pressure. A big man roared and pulled the trigger directly, but the bullet hit Zuo Zhicheng. No, it should be said that it hit the true energy wrapped around Zuo Zhicheng, as if it was hitting the alloy steel plate. There was no response at all.

Instead, Zuo Zhicheng's eyes moved slightly, and the big man's body had been pulled by five trunks of true energy. Then his limbs and head were torn apart, and they turned into corpses like five horses dismembered.

Twenty-one years of dream cultivation, twenty-four hours a day, constantly confronting one's own will, constantly tempering one's will. His cultivation efficiency is far higher than most of the powerful people in history, because those strong people can use danger and use the nature of heaven and earth to temper their will, but they cannot fight against themselves to temper their will.

Now Zuo Zhicheng's true energy has become incredible.

So even a simple reaction is enough to dismember the person.

So even if the power in the dream is just dissipating, it is enough to change the celestial phenomena of the entire sea area.

This killing was like a prelude. In just a few minutes, one combatant after another could not bear the terrifying momentum of Zuo Zhicheng's body, and instinctively opened fire, some fainted directly on the ground, some fell to the ground and some committed suicide with their own guns.

It's like a rabbit encounters a tiger or a chick encounters an eagle. Even if there is no targeted mental attack, just standing near Zuo Zhicheng, the power of true energy and qi still accidentally affects them.

They were affected by fear, shock, dizziness, etc. Once their will could not exempt such attacks, they would directly produce various adverse reactions.

Most objects in the world constantly radiate energy towards the surroundings. When a creature is so powerful that Zuo Zhicheng, even the radiation released by the subconscious body is enough to produce such an effect.

A few minutes later, the black flames in Zuo Zhicheng's void slowly disappeared, leaving only a faint layer of black flame covering Zuo Zhicheng's body. He floated quietly in the air like an ancient demon god.

His eyes swept through the entire coffin, either becoming an idiot, being scared, or dead. The only person who could barely maintain his rationality seemed to be the only mage Nick. Even so, he was already half-squatting on the ground, his face covered in cold sweat, and his body twitching from time to time.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Zhicheng tilted his head, thought for a moment and seemed to understand something. The black fire on his body slightly retracted, and the true energy was completely restrained, and the terrifying pressure had completely disappeared.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Zuo Zhicheng said this sentence in Daqi's words.

"The Empire of the Holy Will, the third-level commissioner of the Ministry of Magic, Nick." Fortunately, Nick himself participated in World War I and learned some simple Daqi languages, so he could communicate with Zuo Zhicheng.

He looked like he had experienced an unprecedented battle of life and death, and looked at Zuo Zhicheng in a desperate manner and said, "Old masters who have entered the realm of gods (Lixu), we have no intention of disturbing your sleep. In order to save my life, I am willing to pay any price for our offense."

"The Empire of Divine Will?" As if he realized something, Zuo Zhicheng suddenly asked: "When is it now? What era?"

In the next few minutes, Nick roughly explained the current situation and some simple world forms.

Whether it is the detection of true energy, the reaction of the other party's human body, or Zuo Zhicheng's own experience, everything tells him that the other party is not lying.

A trace of confusion suddenly flashed in Zuo Zhicheng's eyes: "It's been 21 years?"

"Has the New World also occupied..."

"Uh...this adult." Nick asked carefully: "I haven't asked your name yet."

"Is it a name..." Zuo Zhicheng lowered his head, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes: "My name... is Zuo Qingcang."

"Wait for here, I'll get something first." The next moment, Zuo Qingcang pointed out at the mountain wall in front of him, and the black flame turned into a whirlwind, which was stirred out like a drill bit.

A moment later, with the earth-shaking loud noise, Zuo Qingcang had already arrived at the surface, and then he looked to the south. A seaplane was flying crookedly to the west, still rising, gradually turning into a small black dot.

Roar! A huge roar that shook hundreds of miles sounded from behind Zuo Zhicheng. The dragon of disaster, which was hundreds of meters long, drilled out of the imaginary space, and then flew into the sky with Zuo Qingcang.

With a rumbling sound, accompanied by the tearing of the air, the Dragon of Disaster instantly flew to a height of hundreds of meters. Looking at the suddenly magnified moon in the sky, Zuo Qingcang was slightly stunned, and the loneliness in his eyes became more and more serious.

Time flies unconsciously, and unexpectedly wakes up again, things have changed.

"Ten years of life and death are in vain"

Under the moon, above the dragon, an extremely lonely voice sounded from Zuo Qingcang's mouth, but the next moment, the loneliness on his face had been swept away and turned into extremely coldness. He saw his palm facing the sky and aimed at the bottom of the seaplane. The true energy turned into a transparent color, turned into an invisible force field and spread out in an instant.
Chapter completed!