The rusty dagger exuded a strange dark red light, and there were faintly eerie murmurs, trying to control Feng Zhishi's arm, trying to make him stab the living creature soaked in blood.
"You want to drink blood?"
Following Feng Zhi's words, the rusty dagger trembled slightly, seeming to agree with his words.
Feng did not know how many times he stabbed the nearby fallen demon corpse with his dagger.
The dagger was stained with some blood, and then the blood was absorbed by the dagger and disappeared.
"It seems that this short sword should be the weapon containing strange power mentioned by the shadow."
"I can get everything I want in the abyss, so if I want to bring this dagger back to reality, what should I do?"
Feng Zhizhi looked at this strange dagger, flicked it with his fingers to check the material, and then broke it with his hands to test its toughness.
After that, the dagger was broken by Feng Zhizhi.
Yes, broken.
It doesn't mean that the weapon contains weirdness, which means the quality of the weapon will be good.
However, Feng didn't know that it was not without gain. As the dagger shattered, the strangeness inside the dagger escaped.
Feng Shizi inhaled most of the escaping weirdness, and the rest dissipated in the air.
This weird level of rage is several times more violent than that of a rotting corpse, but it also contains ten times more energy.
In just a few breaths, Feng felt a strange feeling in his skin, akin to being overstuffed, and the skin's alienation process also began to accelerate at this time.
The skin all over his body felt itchy. Feng unconsciously rubbed his skin and soon found some dead skin on the surface of his skin.
His skin is undergoing some kind of change.
"Is this what is called organ alienation?"
Feng Zizi murmured softly, and suddenly found that his skin had a special change. To be precise, he had mastered a special ability.
Different from the scorching power gathered into the fist when breaking the shackles, this ability is more natural to use and consumes less.
It's probably like using his own limbs, such as raising his hands, blinking, etc. This ability has become a part of his body.
Feng Zhizhi stretched out his right arm, and soon a layer of cuticle formed near his fist. After a while, this layer of cuticle took on the metallic color of steel.
The name of this ability naturally appeared in his mind - [Tempered Horn].
If his alienation stage continues, the area of [Tempered Kerin] will become larger and larger.
Feng Zhi used the fingers of his left hand to flick his right fist, which was full of metallic luster, and made a sound like hitting metal.
The skin of his right fist has become like metal, and it does not affect the movement. The gripping movement of controlling the right fist is very smooth. The only change is that his fist has become heavier.
Instead of continuing to feel the [steel cuticle] on the surface of his fist, Feng Zhi suddenly closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the strangeness in his own skin.
As the strangeness in his dagger was devoured, the strangeness in his skin became stronger and more violent, and became somewhat out of his control.
But that's not the point. The point is that he had indigestion.
Most of the weirdness in the dagger has been swallowed up by the weirdness in his skin, but he only swallowed some miscellaneous things, and the remaining weirdness became more and more pure.
This is a kind of weirdness related to blood, and it is no longer possible to be swallowed by the weirdness in his skin.
And this weirdness of blood is trying to blend into the weirdness of his skin.
But now he needs to make a choice.
The first option: let nature take its course and integrate this blood-related weirdness into the weirdness in his skin. The weirdness in his skin will undergo some unknown changes.
The second option: expel this strange blood-related thing from the body.
Regarding this, Feng didn't know and didn't struggle, and decisively chose to expel it from the body.
Not to mention that he doesn't know much about weird powers, and he doesn't intend to fuse his own weirdness at will. Even if he really wants to fuse, he will not choose to fuse such a weak and weird thing that he picked up at random.
The next moment, Feng Zhidao broke the shackles of his body.
The red light path soon appeared on the surface of his skin, and through his own strange guidance, he quickly spit out a strange bloody smoke.
The strangeness related to blood was successfully eliminated from his body.
Whoosh!
Feng Zhi turned sideways slightly, and an arrow streaked across his cheek.
He turned to look at the gray humanoid creature a hundred meters away, which looked like a dark elf.
The dark elf was a little surprised that Feng Zhi suddenly turned sideways to avoid her fatal arrow, but she did not stop. She fired arrows continuously, blocking all escape routes around Feng Zhi.
However, just when she thought she had a chance to win, she suddenly discovered that the human had disappeared from her sight...
After a few breaths.
Bang!
Feng Zhizhi shattered the dark elf's skull with one punch, and after covering his fist with [Steeled Horn], his fist seemed to have turned into a hammer.
But in terms of killing efficiency, his ax is better.
[Current participating creatures: 791384]
Feng Zhizhi raised his head and glanced at the information in the sky, and then based on the sonar feedback, he headed in the direction of seven o'clock, where there were three aliens waiting for him to hunt.
Soon, three more aliens were killed, and Feng Zhizhi had a simple backpack woven from tree bark on his back.
This is a backpack condensed by Feng Shishi's soul, because Pei Chao made a similar one in reality and he is familiar with it, so it does not consume much.
At this time, the backpack contained a rotting corpse of a fallen demon. He decided to suck the strangeness in the corpse while hunting the aliens who appeared near him.
After all, the pressure these aliens put on him was too little, not even half the pressure he felt when hunting goblins at night.
The massacre continued.
As the corrosive swamp spreads, the alien races on the edge of the swamp become more and more dense, and Feng Zhi's killings become faster and faster. Many alien races in the blood mist find that their consciousness is dark, and they are dead before they understand what is happening.
Not sure.
…
In about two hours, Feng did not know that he had killed more than 450 aliens.
During the hunt, I also encountered two humans.
Perhaps it was the shadow's long-term nagging, or perhaps it was the compassion of Bodhidharma's personality, but Feng didn't know how to kill the two dying humans in exchange for kill points.
Yes, these two humans died quickly.
As time went by, the Corruption Swamp spread faster and faster, eventually spreading even more than twice as fast as it initially did.
Countless alien races were swallowed up by the Corrosive Swamp.
When the number of remaining creatures dropped to about 500,000, the corrosive swamp spread at its maximum speed, and the number of remaining creatures also began to drop off a cliff.
400,000, 250,000, 100,000, 50,000, 30,000...
[Current participating creatures: 9987]
"Is there less than 10,000 left? It seems I have to be more serious."
Feng Zhidao threw aside the backpack containing the rotting corpse of the Sinking Demon behind him. On the one hand, it was because he had absorbed all the weirdness of the corpse of the Sinking Demon, and on the other hand, because carrying this backpack would affect his ability to kill aliens.
efficiency.
As the remaining alien races become fewer and fewer, these remaining alien races have obviously become stronger, and there are signs of clumping together...