Wang Jin squinted his eyes and looked at the blood shadow that was approaching quickly in front of him.
He could even guess what Feng Fang was thinking.
"Anyway, we don't need more than a few seconds. I'll give this little brat a good beating before I leave. What if he's beaten to death?"
It's not surprising to him that Feng Yan made this choice. It was very likely that he would do the same.
And he was waiting for this moment.
"I'm going to use that move."
Wang Jin muttered softly, as if he was reminding someone.
The Eye of the Ancient God suddenly opened, and a breath strong enough to swallow up the entire manor surged out of it.
Ye Ying's singing voice was trembling a little, and she was not sure she could suppress the majestic death wish.
But Wang Jin did not stop there, but continued to activate the Eye of the Ancient God, and even continued to adjust something.
The imitation Zarathu Mystery erupted with intense light, tightly confining the light blue mist around the figure, making him look mysterious and powerful.
At the same time, the concentration of death is getting higher and higher.
Kaka…
The secret instrument made an overwhelming creaking sound and even showed signs of cracking.
But Wang Jin didn't show any expression, as if he had already anticipated what was going to happen.
Click!
The bracelet made a soft sound, and the originally intact restraint finally cracked.
The suppressed death wish finally found a breakthrough and spewed out without hesitation.
It happens to be the direction of the feast.
The man's expression changed and he tried to retreat, but it was already too late.
call…
The light blue mist enveloped the feast, imprinting the mark of pollution and madness on him.
The breath of the ancient god.
Unlike the Gaze of the Ancient God, which can only affect enemies around him, the attack range of this move depends entirely on how brave Wang Jin is.
The imitation Zarath Mystery has limited capabilities, and will collapse once it exceeds its own endurance.
Wang Jin took a fancy to this point.
He can't really control the power of the ancient gods, but he can use trickery to achieve his goals.
As long as you make a few adjustments, you can actively choose the location where the secret ritual is broken, thereby controlling the direction of death.
This attack method is very risky and its power is undoubted.
"Crazy! You crazy!"
The screams of the feast came, but the figure completely disappeared.
It wasn't that he had never seen Wang Jin's similar ability before, but it was the first time he used his body to take this blow firmly.
Judging from his reaction, he obviously didn't feel well.
"call…"
Wang Jin frowned and his pupils turned dark again.
He is using his body to absorb the escape of death and pollution.
Ye Ying may be able to barely suppress this aura, but her singing will definitely be affected.
Without her protection, the actions of the Suppression Department will be exposed to the feast, and Li Hui, who is gambling with the unknown thing, may also be in danger.
The only one who can solve all this is yourself.
"Ahem... Damn it."
The young man's complexion quickly turned pale, like a dying person.
Everything has a price, and facing the ancient god's aura is not an easy task for him.
"don’t worry."
Ah Zi's figure suddenly appeared, and she quickly took out a bottle of bright silver liquid from Wang Jin's backpack.
"Thank you very much."
Wang Jin took the bottle and poured the mercury-like liquid on the broken bracelet.
At the same time, he was spitting out pitch-black blood, and his aura was rapidly weakening.
"Cough cough cough..."
"It's okay, it's okay."
Ah Zi murmured softly, as if she was comforting Wang Jin, and also seemed to be persuading herself.
She hugged the young man who was slowly dying in front of her tightly, with deep worry and self-blame in her eyes.
"well…"
Old Pete's voice sounded, he didn't say anything, just sighed softly.
The breath of hydrangeas floated by, and the blessing of paradise descended on Ah Zi.
The bonus she received was not offensive, and the only thing she could do was share the damage with Wang Jin.
"call…"
The young man slumped to the ground, but still stared closely at the secret ritual in his hand.
He was waiting for the mercury-like liquid to solidify, or waiting for the end of his life.
"You won't die."
Azi's eyes were red and her voice was trembling.
She felt the pain Wang Jin was suffering.
Frantic whispers, physical weakness, threats of death.
His head seemed to be stabbed time and time again by a blunt awl, every inch of his skin was trembling, and his heart was whining, as if it would stop beating completely in the next second.
This level of torture is enough to drive a person crazy, and it is only half of what this young man suffered.
"Actually, it happens every time I use the Eye of the Ancient God. I'm used to it."
Wang Jin grinned and showed a gentle smile.
The feeling of being eroded by the will of death was actually not pleasant, he just never mentioned it to others.
It's actually a good deal to bear the power of an ancient god as a mortal and just suffer a little torture.
"you…"
Azi was stunned.
Wang Jin said something quite terrifying in an understatement.
She didn't expect that this young man who always smiled had endured so much and could even think calmly under such torture and turn defeat into victory.
Just unbelievable.
"If you don't mind, I can try,"
Ye Ying said softly and slowly approached Wang Jin.
She stretched out her hand to hold the young man's chest, which was about to stop rising, and closed her eyes to sense something.
After a moment, Ye Ying opened her eyes in shock, as if she had discovered something incredible.
"We'll talk about the extra stuff later."
Wang Jin waved his hand and interrupted the woman's words.
The time has come.
"call…"
The young man took a deep breath again and activated the Eye of the Ancient God.
The miserable green mist slowly filled the air, and a terrifying vitality enveloped Wang Jin.
Ye Ying trembled all over, preparing to suppress this completely different aura, but found that they were surrounding the young man.
The mercury-like liquid seemed to have worked, and the originally broken bracelet had been repaired.
Although it has become a bit uglier, its function has not changed at all.
"Ahem..."
Wang Jin squinted his eyes, feeling the conflict of death and vitality in his body, and couldn't help but sigh.
After all, the bracelet was just an imitation. He had also considered that it might be damaged during the battle, so he specifically asked You Rong for what was said to be the raw material of the secret ritual.
Only after it was completely repaired could Wang Jin dare to use the power of the Green God to restore himself, otherwise he would think he had lived too long.
"Don't force yourself, I'm used to it."
The young man patted the trembling Ah Zi and spoke softly.
He still couldn't bear to let this little girl suffer for him.
"Woo..."
Ah Zi seemed to be speechless, but still stubbornly shook her head.
The two breaths collided in the body, which was several times more painful than before.
In addition to being shocked, she also felt deep self-blame.
Why didn't I discover this earlier and help Wang Jin share all this earlier?
"call."
The young man rubbed Ah Zi's head and said nothing more.
Ye Ying's eyes flickered on the side, as if she didn't expect that there would be such sincere feelings between humans and ghosts.