The arm full of broken bones swung towards the pure white figure, and the huge force even caused the sound of whistling wind.
The armor can block most of the blade cuts, but it cannot withstand pure impact.
This blow can completely shatter the internal organs through the heavy armor. If it hits hard, Wang Jin will be disabled even if he doesn't die.
"You are very smart."
The illusive voice brought a bit of appreciation, but the movements of the hands did not pause at all.
Leave the weapon where it is and then jump up to launch a surprise attack.
This attack method is really interesting and can be used as a pastime before the banquet.
But that's all.
This human being is very similar to that person, but it is not him.
In this case, there is no need for him to exist.
Maybe as a reward, he can let him know his name.
"My name is...Feast."
The voice suddenly became solemn and solemn, as if announcing his arrival to everyone.
After killing this ungrateful human being, the figure entangled with his family members in the distance will no longer be a concern.
By that time, the whole Tianhua will become his dining table.
The flesh-and-blood arm was getting closer and closer to the figure. The latter was in the air and had no ability to dodge.
The white knight desperately pulled Feast's arm, but was completely unable to shake the body that had no fixed shape.
They could only watch helplessly as the white figure was hit hard, and then...
Turns into black jelly.
"Um?"
Feng Yan was stunned for a moment, and then heard sneers coming from his side.
"feast?"
The young man's cold voice sounded beside him, and his slender palms with distinct joints gently patted the twisted flesh and blood.
"Varied…"
Overbearing inspiration surged out, suppressing this mass of flesh and blood.
Wang Jin frowned, and the warm and sticky touch came to him, making his stomach churn.
This is the place he found after carefully selecting it for a long time from the flesh and blood that he couldn't find.
"well…"
The young man sighed, but still did not let go of his hand.
It's disgusting, but I can't care less at this critical moment.
Without much hesitation, Wang Jin stabbed the cracked short knife into Feng Yan again.
For some reason, he always felt that something was about to awaken in this dagger that was about to be damaged.
Maybe it's far from reaching its limit.
"mortal!!"
The ethereal voice in the void sounded again, sounding very angry.
At the same time, the figure made of flesh and blood was also struggling, preparing to break free from Wang Jin's suppression.
"Don't move."
The young man muttered softly, and then poured his death intention into the short knife.
He had discovered when he stabbed Chen Zhong before that the dagger seemed to have the slightest reaction to the ancient god's aura.
Of course, this knife is just a companion item of a secret ritual, and has no earth-shattering background.
It is more like it is being continuously tempered by those strange and powerful auras, waiting for the day of transformation.
Buzz…
As the desire of death washed away, the dagger let out bursts of cheerful roars.
As if it didn't want to break under this force, it desperately absorbed the flesh and blood of the feast, regardless of the body that was about to collapse.
Feast may be very strong, but what he uses is not his own body.
Although Chen Zhong has been completely alienated, he was still a human before that.
Because of this, he has his own limits.
The dagger seemed to have activated some strange properties under Wang Jin's stimulation, absorbing flesh and blood several times faster.
If it was just a straw originally, it is now a vacuum cleaner.
The suppressed Feast cannot use autophagy and has no way to resist being swallowed by the dagger.
With Chen Zhong's body having limits, he might not be able to hold on for long.
"Ouch!!"
Feng Yan was struggling desperately, trying to get rid of this young man's strange oppression.
The flesh and blood roared crazily, trying hard to scratch Wang Jin with the broken bones.
But it was completely blocked by the pure white armor.
Feng Feng was a little confused. He didn't understand why the situation took a sudden turn for the worse.
Of course, he couldn't understand.
Once it loses its proud ability to recover, the feast is like tofu on the chopping board and can only be slaughtered by others.
Coupled with the strange dagger that became more excited the closer it got to the edge of damage, less than half of the flesh and blood he had accumulated over the years was devoured in the blink of an eye.
"ha."
Wang Jin shook his head and looked at the feast.
He had been preparing for this moment for a long time.
When he first came into contact with the fugitive, he had been testing the other party's strength and guessing the general identity of the thing behind him.
Even when he had a head-on conflict with Chen Zhong, he was always exploring how useful the short sword could be.
Dozens of attacks, dozens of observations.
Coupled with the constant summarization and correction from God's perspective, Wang Jin has mastered all the necessary details by heart.
The most important thing is that he has endured without contact and suppression.
It's for this unexpected moment.
"You seem very excited?"
Wang Jin grinned, showing a sunny and cheerful smile.
"I told you, don't move."
The eyes on his cheeks suddenly opened for a moment, and death and vitality rushed out, turning into a twisted and chaotic mist that enveloped the feast.
The ancient god stares.
Feng Yan never imagined that one day he would actually feel the terrifying pollution from a human being.
Or twice.
Frantic whispers surrounded the mass of human flesh, and the voice in the void began to roar crazily.
Most of the first ancient god's gaze was on Chen Zhong, who had lost consciousness, and only a small amount was transmitted to Feng Yan through contact.
But this second time, it truly enveloped the King of Flesh and Blood.
The will of death washed over his body and spirit, seeming to forcibly end Fengyan's life.
The wild and violent vitality rushed in at an untimely moment, prolonging the pain indefinitely.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The voice in the void roared, and the twisted flesh even began to crack.
This is malice from a higher level, even if it is far less than the two deities, it is enough to cause considerable damage to the feast.
"Ahem..."
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but Wang Jin still did not stop suppressing it.
Unlike the seemingly calm and calm person, this young man has reached his limit.
The blessings of paradise are about to fade, and old Pete is doing his best to help maintain them.
Just using the Gaze of the Ancient God is enough to drain away his inspiration, let alone suppressing the Lord of the Feast who is as good as the evil god at the same time.
But he couldn't let go.
If human beings want to defeat the ghost stories, they can only rely on interlocking calculations and the awareness of never giving up.
Maybe...and a little help from fellow travelers.
"I am here."
Warmth came from behind, and the girl trembled and hugged Wang Jin tightly.
Azi can restore inspiration to Wang Jin, and with the help of Old Pete, her abilities have also been greatly strengthened.
Of course, everything comes with a price.
This stubborn girl has to endure a lot of wear and tear herself.
However, she gritted her teeth and persisted.
"Boss, we are here too."
The tall and burly figure of the White Knight quickly ran over, pushed Fengyan's body to the ground, and punched and kicked him.
Although it doesn't have much effect, it does relieve hatred.