Wang Jin cursed in a low voice, and Xiao Hei emerged from behind, carrying him and running back.
Regardless of the almost fainting pain, Wang Jin knew that he would die if he didn't run further.
He had calculated almost every step, but he didn't expect this.
Every action of the evil deity was accompanied by a terrifying natural disaster. Wang Jin subconsciously thought that this final sacrifice should be grand and time-consuming.
It is obviously unwise to use human thinking to measure strange stories.
The sacrifice was completed in just a few seconds.
That blurry mass of flesh and blood gave up everything in an instant, without any hesitation or souvenir.
Four shining spheres slowly circled and soared into the sky together with the blood-red spell that imprisoned the gods.
The dark clouds dispersed and the heavy rain stopped.
The wailing and turbulent earth seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the apocalyptic scene disappeared without a trace.
It was as if this broken world had been saved by the gods, and life spread to the earth again, giving everything a layer of light.
Amber light.
Everything is so reassuring that one can't help but want to fall asleep.
There was a disembodied singing voice, as if a woman was singing softly.
The voice was so peaceful, as if the disaster had passed.
Wang Jin felt great fear.
It does not come from inspirational warning, but from the blessing just given by the gods.
The red lines seemed to have entities, struggling crazily to break away from Wang Jin's skin, while still absorbing his blood.
It was as if he felt something extremely terrifying and tried to escape after gathering strength.
The amber in the sky is getting thicker and thicker, seeming to bring this dilapidated community into another world.
"Damn, weird scene?"
Wang Jin ran towards Zhao Guangming and stared around.
Nothing has changed, and nothing seems to be the same.
He was all too familiar with this subtle sense of inconsistency.
Strange scene.
"wrong."
Han Dong shook his head, raised his hand, condensed a small piece of ice crystal, and threw it into the distance.
This strong man's arm strength was terrifying. The ice block instantly spanned a long distance, but shattered without warning, as if it had hit a transparent barrier.
"It's a barrier, the same method as seven years ago."
Han Dong sighed and began to move his joints.
"Although I can't stop the deputy director for long, it's enough for that woman to kill us."
"Ah, that's right."
Zhao Guangming grinned, but there was no warmth in his eyes.
"Maybe I'll kill her, or at least we'll both die together."
"Don't worry. No one will die today."
Wang Jin sat down on the ground. The severe pain in his body had gradually eased, but he still couldn't help but grin.
"As long as I still have breath, I will pull you back from the gate of hell."
Wang Jin took out a bunch of messy potions from his waist and looked at Zhao Guangming with a smile.
He took these out of Ma Yao's trunk.
The battle situation was too fierce before and I never used it, but I just happened to have it until now.
There was something wrong with Zhao Guangming's eyes, which made him a little worried.
We are all gentlemen, and being too pretentious would make people uncomfortable. I can only give this promise.
As long as Wang Jin does not die, Zhao Guangming will not die.
"So, take revenge boldly."
The young man with white hair and shawl slumped on the ground, smiling and looking at the middle-aged man whose eyes were full of hatred.
He was obviously so weak, but his words carried convincing power.
"Ah, if it doesn't work out, I can die."
Zhao Guangming probably understood what Wang Jin meant and nodded with a smile.
Those messy potions were obviously just a cover to get rid of Han Dong. Who knew what the kid was planning.
The amber color is getting heavier and heavier, as if the entire canvas has been splashed with the same paint.
The faint singing gradually became clearer, and at some point a figure slowly walked down from the sky.
Woman's figure.
The long snow-white hair, which is exactly the same as that of the god, has blood-red lines and is condensed into an exquisite necklace, hanging on the slender neck.
The pure white robe does not deliberately show off the figure, but it has an inexplicable charm that makes people unable to take their eyes away.
The four hovering eyes slowly melted and clung to the woman's jade-like hand, like some precious jewelry.
My bare feet slowly stepped into the air, not stained by a trace of dust.
Everything about her is so perfect, yet it makes one unable to think even a little bit of blasphemy.
The strong light made it difficult to see her face clearly, but no one would doubt her beauty.
That kind of suffocating, indescribable temperament is enough to make anyone's heart flutter.
"It's so beautiful."
Leonard muttered to himself, but then gritted his teeth.
Beautiful, powerful, sacred, and...dangerous.
Her appearance was accompanied by a large number of blood sacrifices and a natural disaster that destroyed half of the city.
Now, everyone knows what that sentence means.
The meeting of two evil deities will bring disaster.
This woman is clearly the disaster itself.
"It's really beautiful."
Li Hui took out the spray from the box and treated Wang Jin's wounds.
"Your body can no longer hold on. I can only keep you alive for a while."
The girl did not look at that sacred figure, but looked seriously into Wang Jin's eyes.
"Ah, I know this kind of thing myself."
Wang Jin grinned and showed a helpless smile.
His continuous high-intensity bursts have long been beyond the scope of human beings.
Whether it was the inspiration consumption caused by using the Eye of the Ancient God many times or the physical burden caused by blowing the copper whistle, it was enough to crush Wang Jin.
From that moment on, he should not be able to move.
Inspiration has almost dried up, physical strength is completely exhausted, muscles are torn, and bones are broken.
But the young man did not fall.
Still carrying the pain all over his body, he swung his sword light at the god of evil, abandoning everything.
Anne paid a certain price to save Wang Jin's life, but this does not mean that he was unscathed.
The magic-like flame was literally burning his body.
Most of the skin on Wang Jin's body has been burned. If it is not treated in time, it will become infected and kill him.
Of course, the most fatal damage is the blessing of the gods.
That level of torture would have driven an ordinary person crazy.
Wang Jin still relied on his own willpower to survive.
Unfortunately, there is really no way to deal with the pollution.
Even if Wang Jin has quite high resistance in this area, he still can't withstand the repeated bombardments of Annie and the Abomination.
He could already hear something whispering in his ears.
The world has become twisted and absurd, and the women in his eyes are also different.
What Wang Jin saw was not beautiful, but made her feel uncomfortable.
Disaster was hovering around that figure, the amber light was filled with ominousness and depravity, the blood-red spell was like a giant snake strangling her neck tightly, while the four eyeballs were trembling and weeping between her fingers.