When time began to pass, the bullet hit him directly in the chest.
There are no blooming flowers of blood, no penetrating wounds.
The bullet loaded with anti-venom serum sank into An Xia's body like a drop of water.
No one noticed.
Except for the instigator, Chu An.
Everything seems to be happening outside the world.
Mid-air.
An Xia, who was hit by a bullet, froze in the air, motionless.
However.
Almost as time passed, Lin An suddenly raised his head.
In his dark eyes with no trace of brilliance, he stared indifferently at the giant foot that also resumed action and stepped on it.
Looking for death...
insect..!
Turning his wrist lightly, he held Xue Yan's right hand and suddenly stabbed out with a sword.
The trajectory is perfect and natural.
Silent and breathless.
Under the high-frequency vibration, the sword blade easily penetrated the sole of the foot along the suture gap, and cut seven times in an instant.
"Crash-"
Just like a cook trying to untie an ox.
The giant foot, which was hiddenly linked by the spider silk, was broken into large and small pieces, and fell to the ground one after another.
There was no time to feel pain, no time to react.
Before the spider maker could realize anything, Lin An instantly sprinted along its chipped foot bones.
Jump, flip, dodge, and walk on the tip of the knife like art.
The strange figure made it difficult to predict Lin An's movement trajectory.
The shadow of the sword shrouded.
Like the most meticulous butcher, Lin An's ghostly figure shuttled through the "body" of the Thousand-Eyed Zombie, and the blood in his hands was picking away the bones along the "texture".
Smooth and smooth.
The vibration of the blade scraped against the bones, making a tooth-piercing sound.
Unable to resist, unable to stop, unable even to resist.
In its eyes, the tiny Lin An clearly had no spiritual light or special effects of skills, but every move pointed at its weakness.
Shuttle, cut, decompose, peel.
Flesh and blood are shed, bones are dismantled, and nerves are removed.
The picture is too cruel.
A life-and-death battle turned into Lin An's second surgery scene after Lin An gave up control of his body.
Whenever the spider maker tried to fight back in fear, even squeezing Lin An to death at the cost of self-harm, there would always be a precise attack to interrupt its attack.
I...
Can’t move!?
He swung his arm out, but was cut into the joint gap by Lin An's sword.
If you pinch it out with your fingers, the connected tendons and spider threads will be cut off directly.
Even if he uses thousands of giant eyes to launch mental deterrence, Lin An will evade it strangely and hide in the blind spot of its vision.
Thousands of giant eyes have become a burden now.
It could only watch in despair as it was being dissected alive.
Ridiculous and disturbing.
When the eyeballs burst like punctured water bags, the Thousand-Eyed Zombie could no longer hold back its crazy roar.
If.
Before falling into darkness, Lin An was an elite soldier who fought according to instinct, but at this moment, Lin An was the god of death who controlled his life.
The sublimation of the combat level means absolute crushing.
When the black shadow holding the bloody blade wandered over the huge body of the Thousand-Eyed Zombie as if enjoying killing.
Everyone was shocked and speechless.
It was like telling Lin An, like venting the anger that had never appeared before.
Lin An was slicing the monster's body playfully while mocking his former "self".
"Fighting instinct...celestial form..."
"You actually use such a powerful skill to do simple calculations?"
Turning his wrist, while speaking, Lin An directly dug out a giant eye on the zombie's body, and then crushed it with a contemptuous kick.
"A garbage mutant made of waste, a little spider can force you to use your trump card."
"I'm so ashamed of you..."
Deep in his heart, Lin An, who was gradually sinking, silently listened to himself mocking himself.
Just like a second personality.
"Myself" who has experienced countless death battles.
Whether in terms of combat or intelligence, he is undoubtedly far beyond the ordinary.
The fighting power shown by Lin An now has completely crushed the Thousand-Eyed Zombie.
There is nothing special about it.
It's purely about dodging, taking action, and interrupting attacks.
This cycle goes on and on and on and on.
However, compared to before, after he activated his talent, he avoided attacks before taking action.
The other Lin An at this time was undoubtedly much more violent.
Licking blood from the tip of the knife.
Every time you avoid a monster's attack, you have to counterattack, thereby interrupting the monster's attack rhythm.
Fighting close to hand, walking on the edge of death.
Under more powerful combat calculations.
If Lin An once predicted the monster's next move, then Lin An at this time rehearsed the entire battle process.
Playing with the spider maker with absolute confidence.
As if he could predict everything, he played with monsters and applauded.
The mocking voice continued to sound.
In order to force Lin An to completely suppress his original rationality,
At this time, the second Lin An didn't mind destroying his confidence completely.
"Obviously, I have the Eye of Judgment and can easily detect the monster's weaknesses..."
"You obviously have the talent to help you calculate the monster's trajectory and predict the next move..."
"You obviously have enough mental energy to think quickly and fight back..."
"But you can't even combine these abilities..."
Even the voice had a hint of cruelty.
The shadow of the sword flashed in his hand.
It's like a display.
An alloy long sword shot out, cutting back and forth in the monster's flesh.
Pillars of splattered blood burst out again and again on the monster's huge body.
It only consumed very little mental energy.
Lin An freely controlled a far greater number of swords than before.
Dozens of ordinary weapons burst out with strange damage.
The eyeballs are pierced, like mercury pouring into the bone marrow.
Under the horrified gazes of the military and base members, the originally huge thousand-eyed zombie was sliced alive into a "stick", an artificial fountain.
Wail, incompetent roar.
I don't know why.
Watching "Lin An" slaughter monsters, many people felt chilled in their hearts.
Bones shattered and limbs peeled off, like sashimi on a chopping block.
When Lin An rushed into the back of the monster's head and maliciously tore open the gap.
They even felt that the monster was miserable...
Somewhat... pitiful?
At this moment.
There was dead silence in the conference room of Wangjiang Military Region.
The successive reversals left them speechless for a while.
Swallowing saliva.
Wang Meng stared at Lin An, who was killing monsters in the picture, in disbelief:
"He! He didn't even use his psychic powers!?"
"Why is it stronger than before!"
Breaking the perception.
Not only him, but no one in the audience could understand why such a change occurred.
The newly-appeared third-level white shadow was strangely frozen, and the monster that had been chasing and attacking Lin An also turned into a bloody stick.
If Lin An burst out with psychic energy again, or used other trump cards to cause this effect, they would still understand.
But now, they can't understand.
Looking at Lin An in the picture, sincere uneasiness and fear appeared on everyone's face.
He was clearly killing monsters.
But Lin Ankulie's fighting style made them a little scared.
If they could turn back time, if they were lucky enough to see it, they could see the expressions of the Long'an Project experimenters.
They will be surprised to find out.
Their feelings at this time were actually the same.