Hearing Casillas's evil words, the eight gods present had different reactions. Some were surprised, some sneered, and some just had the mentality of watching a show, because the demigods and Casillas
Whoever dies is a good thing for them.
One person is the god of the Chinese team, which currently has the highest points, and the other is the god of the first-seeded team, the EU team, which currently has the second highest points.
It's best to die together. A certain insidious god cursed secretly, but then shook his head slightly. As gods, they could all see the situation on the field clearly. In terms of physical strength and performance, the Chinese gods were completely suppressed by the EU gods.
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The Chinese God, who has very little stamina left due to his ultimate move, is also unable to perform normally because his teammates were controlled by others. Is there any suspense about the outcome of this duel?
This European god named Casillas is trying to arouse the anger of the Chinese god so that he can unleash greater potential to satisfy his desire for fighting. Is it really useful?
"Crack!"
"!!!"
Ding Chong's miserable howl suddenly became extremely shrill.
"Crack!"
"Pah! Pah!"
It turned out that Ding Chong's arms had been stretched high by mysterious threads, and his ten fingers were completely straightened and separated, and then, from left to right, they began to be broken one by one in reverse!
"Casillas! I will definitely kill him!"
"Zheng——"
"Zheng——"
"Zheng——"
The spears in the sky were dancing in the wind, screaming and colliding with each other, pouring out thundering screams of gold and iron, exuding monstrous anger!
The killing intent is boiling!
"Okay! Okay! Be angry! Hate me! Do you want to rescue your comrades? Then come and defeat me! Then come and kill me! Come and kill me! Hahahaha..."
Casillas grinned wildly, and at the same time, his fingers moved slightly, and a continuous "pop" and "pop" sound of bone breaking was heard. Ding Chong's remaining fingers were broken almost at the same time, and then, a pair of wrists were pulled by two thin wires.
, it was torn off from the arm forcefully, and the blood spurted out like a fountain!
Ding Chong fell into a state of extreme weakness. All his physical strength was drained at an uncontrollable and crazy speed. He had no strength and his head drooped. However, he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from passing out. In his mind
There is really only one thought left: I must not embarrass the Chinese people! I can’t be kicked out of the game by the system!
"So hateful!!!"
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this EU son of a bitch!"
"How can you play like this! Isn't it obvious that he is deliberately trampling on the dignity of us Chinese people!"
Countless Chinese viewers in front of the screen were almost driven crazy. Many people who were originally shocked by Casillas' cruel and bloody methods turned into the third type of people at this moment, with only endless anger left in their hearts.
, I can’t wait to rush to the island of giant crocodiles and kill Casillas’
Ou bit it off piece by piece.
"Chinese God!... What kind of expression will the Chinese people in our country watching the game look like now? I'm afraid they are going to be angry to death! They wish they could eat me alive.
Come on! If it doesn’t break out, you’ll be scolded to death by the Chinese people!”
Casillas' expression was strange and mysterious, and his pair of strange black pupils emitted an inhuman light, which actually guessed the psychology of the Chinese audience in front of the screen.
"I can feel the anger increasing! But it's not enough! The momentum shown is not even qualified for me to activate the field!"
"Well...it seems that the stimulation is not enough!"
For the first time, an unabashed fierceness flashed through Casillas's pure black eyes!
"!!"
"pain……"
"No! I really can't stand it anymore!
As Casillas's gestures changed slightly, seven of the eight Chinese players in mid-air collapsed completely, and their screams were extremely sad!
Seeing this scene, countless Chinese spectators, even EU spectators, shivered and sweat stood up. Many people quickly covered their eyes. Many female spectators even covered their mouths and ran to the bathroom to vomit.
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This is a terrifying sight beyond the imagination of ordinary people!
The countless thin threads wrapped around the eight Chinese team members began to tighten, and swam and jumped like long snakes!
What is the result of the densely packed thin threads that are as thin as hair but as hard as razor blades, tightening and swimming at the same time?
The equipment on the eight Chinese players was immediately broken into countless pieces and fell. Then, the skin
ou immediately cracked, and dense and unsightly bloodstains began to appear all over the body. Moreover, these countless bloodstains became deeper and deeper as the thin threads continued to swim, shrink and pull. The mysterious threads tore the skin of the eight Chinese team members.
The cuts were cut inch by inch, deep into the bones, and then, like a hacksaw, the bones were cut!
This is simply a hundred times more painful than the torture of Lingchi and execution in ancient China!
The eight Chinese players could no longer scream. They were twitching feebly as if they had expired. Their bodies were covered in blood and mixed with blood.
Foam and broken blood vessels gushed out from deep bloodstains all over the body.
At this time, only Long Shanmi remained awake. From the beginning to the end, he only moaned slightly when he couldn't bear it anymore. Most of the time, he gritted his teeth and raised his sweaty head.
, staring at the other Chinese team members with bloodshot eyes, and cheering them up with words squeezed out with all the strength between his teeth.
"Hold on...just a little longer!"
"The captain will definitely... come and kill this guy!"
"The demigods... are also thinking of ways, everyone... cheer up!"
However, the other seven people did not have Long Shanmi's strong perseverance and ability to endure pain, so they finally couldn't bear it and decided to give up.
"Brother Mi... I... I can't do it anymore... I want to... give up the game..."
"I...me too, my patience has reached its limit...I don't want...for the sake of this game...to let myself suffer such torture that is comparable to Lingchi..."
"I'd rather face the instructor's scolding... I'd rather endure the accusations and contempt from the countrymen... The worst case scenario... I'd quit the national team... I don't want to stay a second longer..."
Even Long Shanmi's younger brother Yishou said feebly and with pain on his face: "Brother, I have to give up the competition option... I'm sorry... I think if this continues, I will leave a shadow in reality... I'm afraid in the future
I wake up from nightmares every day...I don't want this..."
"Fart! Fart! Fart! Hiss..."
Long Shanmi gasped in pain and roared angrily. If he were in a normal state now, he would probably slap his hands and give each of the seven people in front of him a big mouth.