Feng Hao naturally didn't know about Luo Ke and Black Tower. After adjusting his breathing a little, the light of guidance fell again.
The figure slowly rose into the sky, and finally disappeared into the sky.
The fourth level of the Black Tower is desolate, endless desolation. There are no buildings, no rules, and no breath of life. It is like an abandoned world, desolate, indifferent, deserted, and even without wind.
But there was another person, a person whose whole body was wrapped in white cloth.
The man didn't seem to be able to speak. When he saw Feng Hao appear, he just looked at him quietly for a moment, and then took action without any warning.
But Feng Hao was already prepared, and without saying a word, he clenched his fists to face him.
"boom……"
The same battle, but different people, unfolded in this desolate world. The sky was dark and the earth was dark, the space was broken, and the desolation was torn apart. In the world, there was only the dull sound of their fists hitting the flesh.
Feng Hao didn't know how long this battle lasted, whether it was one day, two days, or even a month. There was no time measurement here, no change of the sun and the moon. Feng Hao only knew that in the end he won, but it was a tragic victory.
There was almost no intact part of his body, blood was all over his body, his arms were twisted, his chest was collapsed, and he fell to the ground gasping for breath.
Not far in front of him was the man wrapped in white cloth. At this time, there was a huge hole in his chest, which penetrated the front and back. Black blood flowed out, dyeing the earth red, and everything it touched was corroded into nothingness.
One day later, the man in white cloth recovered, stood up and disappeared into the desolation, without saying a word from beginning to end.
Feng Hao also recovered after three days. He looked at the direction where the man disappeared, slightly lost in thought, and then the light of guidance fell again, taking Feng Hao up to the fifth floor.
The fifth floor of the Black Tower is a foggy place, filled with white mist everywhere. Even with Feng Hao's strength, the visibility is less than ten meters.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the fog behind him condensed into a human figure, which appeared instantly and struck Feng Hao on the waist, sending him flying hundreds of meters.
"hiss……"
Feng Hao took a breath of air and looked extremely solemn.
The person who took action just now didn't even have a breath. He didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation from the time he appeared to the time he took action. It was as if he was attacked by the air, and he couldn't detect the breath at all.
As a result, he was so engrossed that he didn't realize it. After being hit, he felt an extremely tingling sensation in his waist, as if thousands of ants were eating his heart, making it difficult to concentrate.
"How could it be!"
Feng Hao lowered his head and saw that a faint white aura was wrapped around his waist, like maggots on the tarsal bones, constantly eating away at his body.
He fluttered his sleeves and walked away, only to find that his palm had actually passed through it, as if this space did not exist, and he could see but not touch it.
The white mist condensed again, this time from the side, and a fist with billowing white mist struck directly, without any breath, but extremely fierce.
"Chi!"
Forcibly suppressing the severe pain that was constantly coming from his waist, his face hardened, he clenched his fist and punched, facing Bai Wu's fist.
But Feng Hao struck with all his strength, but it seemed to hit the air. The white mist fist dispersed instantly, and then condensed again behind him. The speed was so fast that Feng Hao didn't even have a chance to turn around.
A dull sound came out, and Feng Hao was blown away again, and his back was even more painful.
Without giving the slightest chance to breathe, the white mist fist struck again, and Feng Hao flew backwards, but now there was no expression on his face, and his eyes were as calm as water.
"Alternating between illusion and reality."
Although Feng Hao missed the punch he just punched, he could feel that it was his true body, but it just missed, as if it was not in this space.
This ability is extremely rare, and the white mist everywhere here makes it unique for him. Feng Hao has no place to hide and can only resist.
Illusion exists in imagination and usually does not exist, but this is the case now. On the contrary, Feng Hao feels that he is in illusion, and that person is in reality.
No matter how he attacked, he couldn't touch the man in the white mist, but was hit by him repeatedly.
"Disperse."
With a roar, his breath exploded. He wanted to disperse the white mist around him. The breath that surpassed the fourth-level source surged out, but he found that the white mist seemed to be fixed on the space. No matter how Feng Hao exploded with strong breath,
It can't be moved at all.
"Jie Jie, this is my Baishen. Do you want to blow it away? Impossible."
A sinister smile came from the white mist, so close but yet so far away.
It's an artifact.
Feng Hao concentrated and fell into deep thought.
This is the first time he has seen such a strange artifact, and it can even trap him. No one in this black tower is simple.
"Jiejie, I didn't expect it to let an ant-like person like you come to break into the boundary tower. Does it look down on us, or does it think we are about to fall?"
Bai Wu did not attack, but gave Feng Hao time to breathe without saying a word.
"But you were able to get through the first four levels. It seems you have some ability."
There was some surprise in his voice, but then it turned into a sharp voice.
"But you can stop here."
After saying that, Bai Wu's fist struck again, with speed and power twice as fast as before.
"So much nonsense."
However, just when the fist was about to hit Feng Hao, Feng Hao suddenly opened his eyes with his slightly closed eyes, and a substantial sharp light flashed through, but Feng Hao did not see any movement, allowing the white mist fist to bombard him.
"Jie Jie, you are seeking death."
Seeing that Feng Hao actually wanted to fight hard, the man in the white mist made a crazy and sharp sound and punched his chest, as if he saw Feng Hao being knocked away and vomiting blood.
But the moment Bai Wu's fist touched his chest, a curve appeared at the corner of Feng Hao's mouth.
The moment before his body flew backwards, his hands suddenly grabbed Bai Wu's fist, and this time, he actually grabbed it, not an illusion.
But the severe pain that came from his palm made Feng Hao grit his teeth and fly backwards.
"Got you."
Feng Hao sneered, and kept exerting force with his hands, trying to pull the person out of the white mist.
"How is that possible?"
Screams came from the white mist, as if in shock. Bai Wu kept struggling in Feng Hao's hands, trying to break free.
"Nothing is impossible. You are just relying on the alternation between illusion and reality. At the moment of attack, you must enter the real state to attack me."
Feng Hao sneered, stopped his body, and pulled with all his strength.
"Let go, let me go."
The white mist roared, and at the same time countless white mist fists gathered around Feng Hao. In an instant, it was like rain, and they all hit Feng Hao.
"It's useless, these are just illusions, basically..."
"puff……"
Ignoring the fists in the sky, the meridians in both hands wriggled like dragons on the arms, one after another, extremely ferocious.
But halfway through the words, he discovered that those fists were actually real. They kept hitting his body like drizzle, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His face turned pale for an instant, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
"Haha... you actually think this is the real me. You are as ignorant as an ant."
The originally panicked voice suddenly changed at this moment, and he laughed wildly, as if he was mocking, which made Feng Hao's face suddenly darken.
I just said that none of the people in the Black Tower are simple, but I found that I still underestimated them.