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Chapter 392: Fairy Tale

Hiss!

The sound of flesh and blood being torn could be heard, and the robe on Feast's body became tattered again.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The man's face became ferocious and terrifying, and his tone became a little impatient.

He didn't expect that his sister, who had always been submissive, actually hid such a powerful power.

Then why didn't she resist before?

This is incomprehensible.

"ha…"

The young man slowly opened his mouth and spit out hot flames.

He could feel that Annie's blessing was gradually losing its effectiveness, and the backlash caused by long-term use of the overloaded state was beginning to affect his movements.

But he couldn't stop yet.

Feast, which completely abandons its body and turns into blood mist, has no defense, but is basically unaffected by ordinary physical attacks.

If Wang Jin was still fighting him with a short knife, his body would probably be cold by now.

Fortunately, Scarlet Grasp does not have this problem.

Precisely because it looks like an iron claw like a glove, Wang Jin can perform quite complex movements.

For example, when attacking, use contact suppression suddenly.

For his fighting style that prides itself on insidiousness and cunning, it is perfect.

Even putting all this aside, five blades are more absorbent than one blade.

Scarlet Grasp has an extremely powerful restraint effect on Feast, Wang Jin is quite sure of this.

"Hey, have you ever heard of the story of Sleeping Beauty?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and spoke somewhat inappropriately.

His eyes had begun to wander, and his words were somewhat illogical.

Bang!

Feast urged the blood to condense into long needles and attacked Wang Jin, but they were all absorbed by the Scarlet Grip.

"I told Ye Ying a long time ago."

The man gritted his teeth, but the movements of his hands continued.

"Hmm...I remember this."

Wang Jin took a breath and waved his claws again.

Logically speaking, this kind of weapon that is directly attached to the arm does not require any complicated moves.

But it can still be seen that Wang Jin's movements are a little out of shape.

"Once upon a time, there was a prince. He was smart, lively and lovely."

"Unfortunately, the prince was cursed and fell into a deep sleep in a manor that no one could find."

The young man pointed at himself and smiled brightly.

"Fortunately, the witch came and kissed him awake, bringing with him a flame that could burn everything and endless power."

"That's not what the story looks like, right?"

Feng Yan grinned, but a rare smile appeared on his face.

He doesn't hate this human being who can compete with him through flesh and blood.

"The witch said, I have given you all my blessings."

"Go and tear alive the person who blocks your way."

The young man squinted his eyes, as if he didn't hear what Feast said at all, and just kept talking to himself.

Anyone can see that Wang Jin has reached his limit.

The scorching heat was eating away at his sanity, and his heart, which was operating like an internal combustion engine, had already turned on the red light.

But his results are also shocking.

He had consumed one-third of Feast's energy by himself.

You must know that only half of the iron pagoda was consumed just now.

This is already an admirable result.

But the young man still refused to fall.

He approached the feast and whispered the absurd and twisted fairy tale in his ear.

"Then what do you think the prince said?"

"The prince said..."

"I bear the grace of fire and the favor of dreams."

"I will fight in this place of blasphemy until the end."

Wang Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with bright amber light.

That is the light that is enough to illuminate all confusion.

"I say...burn it!"

The power of the god of evil acted unreservedly on the flames inside Wang Jin's body, squeezing out the last bit of power from this blessing.

His body, which had already reached its limit, glowed with strength that did not belong to him, and the sharp claws on his hands shone with blood so thick that it could not be broken away.

Like a madman, but with a courage that is impossible to ignore.

Wang Jin raised his head and stared at the feast with burning eyes.

"Crazy, really crazy."

The latter cursed in a low voice and took a few steps back.

For the first time, Fengyan felt fear from a human being.

This is totally unreasonable.

But... but...

The young man in front of him seemed to have some kind of magical power, making people afraid to look directly at him.


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