The cracks on Apollyon's cheeks were twitching, opening and closing, half of them uttering vicious curses, and the other half of them were holy words of judgment against sin.
He didn't care about the slaps from his long arms and giant palms. He ignored the difference in body size that was more than three times bigger and still charged forward indomitably.
Relying on the extremely fast speed, the figure wrapped in a pitch-black priest's robe ran straight into the palace area of the ugly demon whose chest had been penetrated in front of him. His whole body was like a sharp blade, and he made a more brutal attack on the penetrating wound on the demon's chest.
The slash penetrated the entire body. The demon's chest and abdomen were completely penetrated and cracked, making it transparent from front to back.
The latter can actually let out a changed howl of pain. His vitality, or existence, is really tenacious.
Apollyon paid no attention to the latter one, it was meaningless.
But the facts soon proved that his attempt to forcefully break through the obstacles was of little significance.
Ronan indeed disappeared, completely disappearing from his range of perception.
Are you leaving? Or are you staying here, hiding behind layers of time and space barriers, watching him?
Apollyon finally turned around, and blazing blood flames were burning behind him. The demon that had been penetrated in the chest and abdomen was melting in the blood flames, but it was still roaring and struggling to turn its head.
But that’s where it ends.
Blood flames flew from the body and quickly spread to the head. On the ugly face, blood sprayed from all the orifices, cutting off the howling and making the big guy even more deformed.
Apollyon knew this.
Because in the past few months, this ugly-looking giant gibbon with a pulpy mouth has almost become the legendary "symbol of the new plane."
It was also in Bancheng that Ronan transformed into Mr. Mo of the Blood Flame Order and summoned this big guy, which made people in the other world confirm that the "new plane" has a close and direct connection with Ronan.
Apollyon knew that he needed to be more focused to distinguish whether Ronan was going or staying. But at the moment, he was still distracted and confused by some details.
He sealed it through the space fault, at least using strong control to interfere with the surrounding space-time structure. But whether it was the exoskeleton frame that was stretched outside Ronan's body just now, or the current huge and heavy monster, no matter whether it was alive or dead,
Things still came at the drop of a hat, barely allowing him to feel any trajectory.
Also, looking at the rotten-mouthed ape and seeing this guy's dying appearance, Apollyon felt more and more strange.
As for what the problem is...
"I said, Xiaoya, you are going too far."
The blood demon's voice sounded from one side. He was still pulling on his slippers and picking up his pockets. He looked like a bored spectator and complained a little: "There is no such thing as you in declaring sovereignty. You have to have an opinion."
,Why didn’t you say it during the summit meeting?”
Apollyon didn't bother to look at him and replied coldly: "Where were you when we started?"
"Uh, well... there's nothing I can do about it. Why am I just afraid of chaos in the world? Watching you fight makes me feel good being by my side."
A shameless person is invincible, and the blood demon implemented this point thoroughly. However, he quickly changed the topic: "A fight is a fight, there is no need to mix other things. Xiaoya, I think you are a little bit better in this fight."
Even if you are not happy, do you want me to be my brother and enlighten you..."
The words of the blood demon passed through my ears. But there was a sentence in it that gave Apollyon a hint:
Mixed with something...
His eyes were fixed on the jumping blood flames, and he understood:
This demon was about to die, but the way to die was wrong - it should have died under the continuous burst of the Seven Seals of Revelation's destructive power, but now, the burning blood seemed particularly pure.
It died only because of structural collapse. The destructive power from Apollyon was wiped out when the first wave collided.
Moreover, this cluster of burning blood flames is really well controlled!
The body of the Rotten-mouthed Ape is "dissolving", but its head, even though it is withered and shrunk in the blood flames, and the blood bursts out randomly, but the overall structure is not disordered at all.
Apollyon could also detect that as the Rotten-mouthed Ape's head shrank, there was undoubtedly some extremely unstable force rapidly condensing inside it, so that its already protruding fierce eyes bulged even more, and the blood spurted out.
, directly igniting the air in front, making it visually more ferocious.
Dead but not stiff...
Apollyon's face was expressionless, and his burning pupils were slightly condensed. He was about to gather the power of destruction and kill the head and the energy source transported inside it with one shot.
But something suddenly moved in his heart, and his next move was to stretch out his hand, facing the blood spurting from the bulging eyes of the rotten-mouthed ape, spread his fingers, and clasp them on the front of the head that had shrunk to the size of a watermelon.
Palms full of life and heads about to collapse;
The power of distortion and destruction and the flying blood flames;
Seemingly solid faults and ethereal vacuoles...
At the moment of contact, multiple contradictory entities, energies, and space-time structures conflict and map back and forth with the contact surface as the center, creating complex interference and radiating more information.
Apollyon's thoughts flowed accordingly. Through this instant exchange of information, he seemed to glimpse the shadow of a certain solidified structure operating in the abyss, in the middle of dense turbulence. In the blink of an eye, he jumped to the vast and turbulent clouds.
He realized that the structure was inconsistent with the local time and space; then, finally, he seemed to see Ronan...
Ronan was also looking at him.
With his mind slightly dazed, Apollyon almost instinctively felt the amazing value of this kind of information mapping and exchange, as well as the huge hidden risks.
The risk comes from the gap between him and Ronan in the scale and operation mode of soul power.
He subconsciously pulled back his arm, breaking contact with the Rotten Mouth Ape's head.
This action interrupted the trance created by "information exchange". At this time, he found that he seemed to be following a certain instinct, and his thoughts slipped through a secret communication channel:
"Ronan is still here. With him here, Hancheng has a completely different smell."
These words came from the contact channel. The speaker was Nick, who has become more and more garrulous in recent years, the lunatic known as the "Pirate King".
At this time, he was separated among the distorted fish schools, traveling through the bay area with the ocean currents, waiting for opportunities to move.
Before Nick spoke, the Dead Witch, the True God and the Pope all expressed their opinions in this contact channel.
Frankly speaking, even though their speeches were insightful and provided additional perspectives for reference, Apollyon could not listen to a single syllable before. In the battle, he only believed in his own judgment.
But at this time, Apollyon's attention was diverted.
Maybe it’s because of the question at the end of Nick’s speech:
"Teacher Li Wei, what do you think?"
With a "boom", the body of the rotten-mouthed ape that had been burning and dissolved in the previous sequence suddenly burst, and the blood flames surged; and one step earlier, the head of the rotten-mouthed ape that had been shrinking steadily had disintegrated silently, and was swept away by the blood flames and burned.
Not a trace remains.
Apollyon frowned, but he no longer cared to think about the context behind this change, because at this moment, Ronan's sense of existence was rapidly becoming clearer and amplifying, to the point of being almost arrogant!
At this time, the Harbin street background drawn from the spatial fault has been torn into an absurdist canvas by the continuous warping of time and space.
From a purely common sense perspective, the ruins and fragments of buildings, as well as anything that has been pulled and deformed, seem to have lost gravity and are drifting in any area, with the sense of direction up and down completely lost.
But standing in the middle of this unrealistic void, as the architect, Apollyon could feel that some invisible structure existing in it was becoming more and more clear.
It's like there is a thick column in the middle of an empty room that should never appear, destroying all sense of design and even the meaning of its own existence.
Ronan is right there!
Apollyon's reaction was not unpleasant, his mind and body were completely synchronized, and the horn of great destruction was blown directly. The entire fault line groaned and twisted due to his thoughts, and he gave birth to the strongest desire for the "pillar" that straddled it.
Repulsive force.
Out of instinctive vigilance against unknown doubts, Apollyon's state rose to its peak level.
He locked on purely with his spiritual sense, and struck in perfect harmony. As he moved, the blood in his body made a surging sound. The louder the sound, the deeper his body sank into the dark shadow, until he reached
In the end, the whole person turned into a black tide of shadow, losing almost all human form.
When the black tide hit the shore, the corresponding space-time structure corroded and collapsed, forming a chain reaction that destroyed the solid defense structure. This was by no means a natural space-time structure. Apollyon had indeed locked Ronan's position.
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The trumpet sounds and the black tide falls!
Apollyon did not hold back this time.
The blood demon who was watching on the sidelines had his eyebrows twitching. No matter how strong his aversion to watching the fire from the other side was, he also knew that if this continued, the night would definitely not end.
This is definitely not what he wants to see.
Moreover, he felt more and more that the battle tonight was not as simple as two awkward kids not liking each other.
"Stop!" The blood demon finally got full of energy and tried to use extraordinary level of intervention to resolve the fight between the two of them.
The foundation of the blood demon's extraordinary power lies in its tyrannical and even mutated body. He can even tolerate the turbulence in the abyss zone and forcibly change the energy transmission pattern in the corresponding area, temporarily neutralizing the enemy's attacks with the help of the abyss zone, and at the same time strengthening his own destruction.
force.
Whenever the ability is activated, the blood in the whole body is boiling. In order to adapt to this high-energy state, the muscles, bones, and organs are rearranged to form an inhuman structure, hence the name "Blood Demon".
The blood demon's figure is taller, the muscles, tendons, and skin of the body are all out of position and formed into new modules, the nails are sharpened, and even the bones of the face are elongated and deformed. In the blink of an eye, the whole person seems to become a human being standing upright.
A huge wolf, with blood mist lingering outside its body, its sharp teeth exposed, and it looks as sinister as a knife.
Entering the fighting state, the blood demon was actually stimulated by some emotional changes, which made his call to stop more like a roar:
"Give it to me...fuck!"
The blood demon suddenly screamed strangely, without caring about anything else. It lay low and suddenly jumped away with force.
In the topsy-turvy space fault, he could barely tell the direction of his head. The blood light, which was the same color as him, but more intense and indestructible, trailed across the sky like a thunder hammer or a meteor, and then flew down with a crash.
With just one blow, the flames swelled and the shock wave swept away, and the force seemed to collapse. The space faults and the black tide stirred up, and they were all buzzing and trembling, almost threatening to spread out.
But only half a second later, the void lit up, and another almost identical blood-light thunder hammer crashed through the sky.
This time, before it was even compacted, the third one fell down again!