One black shadow after another separated from the original black shadow. In just a short moment, hundreds of black shadows surrounded Wanbao. A black light condensed in the hands of each black shadow, pointing straight towards Wanbao.
Come under siege.
It seemed that he had absolutely no intention of letting Wanbao say his name.
Wanbao jumped up, his body swayed, and the long stick transformed by the special magic swung sharply. The rolling shadow of the stick resisted the black light like waves. He held the stick in one hand in his left hand, and Wanbao used one hand to display his own stick technique.
As a defense, on the other hand... he began to think of ways to pass on the information he knew about the person he saw.
No matter who it is...no matter what his own results are.
He has to pass on what he sees.
The muscles on Wanbao's body have completely swelled.
This shows that he has begun to use the last bit of his strength.
For a truly strong person, the outward display of muscles and lines is meaningless.
Losing control of the body's fluidity also means losing control of the overall battle situation.
"Unable to deliver message!"
"This place is blocked!"
"what to do?"
"Don't be in a hurry! Don't be in a hurry, I just need to delay... After delaying for a while, someone will naturally notice that something is wrong. After all, I was once a person, Zhao Weian and the others will notice me and notice that something is wrong with me!
" Wanbao continued to comfort himself, and the long stick in his hand was woven into a large net, wrapping himself tightly.
On the other side, hundreds of black shadows gradually merged into one as they walked towards Wanbao. The originally illusory body actually became material, and the whole person seemed to have walked out of a painting, the kind of transformation from virtual to virtual.
It feels realistic, but cannot give people any sense of beauty.
On the contrary, there is a feeling of being very blocked.
"Are you unwilling?" The shadow finally spoke, his voice hoarse but with a sharp high pitch.
Wanbao took a deep breath, spit out all the turbid energy in his body, and then said to the black shadow: "Why? This is a trap, right?"
"Why? You're not...!"
"You talk too much!" the shadow said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the black shadow took action again.
The terrifying claws seemed to shuttle from the darkest place in the starry sky, grabbing Wanbao fiercely.
There was also a huge crunching sound under Wanbao's feet. The space was crushed by Wanbao's foot, and his body had already opened into the distance like an arc.
The giant claw swayed past Wanbao's side.
Although he was not caught by the devil's claws, the fingertips of the devil's claws passed by Wanbao's body, sparks flying around, and his chest was covered in blood and flesh in an instant.
A mechanical golden lotus flew out to protect Wanbao.
Drop by drop of life potion extracted from the blood of the powerful star beast, Wanbao sprinkled it on his broken wound.
But this magical medicine, which was originally enough to heal Golden Immortal-level physical injuries, is now difficult to work.
The claw of the black shadow seems to contain some kind of power underlying the rules.
Simply strong vitality cannot make the wound eliminate that force and then heal the wound spontaneously.
Take out a bullet at random.
This bullet is engraved with circles of lotus petals.
Wanbao poured most of his remaining strength into this bullet.
Then he put his hands together, used his own strength to create a sniper rifle, and then inserted bullets into the gun.
boom!
This bullet, which looked very special at first sight, escaped from the muzzle of the gun, then turned into a golden light and streaked towards the black shadow.
The bullet slammed into the black shadow's body with seemingly irresistible force.
However, the bullet in Heiying's body seemed to have entered an illusory time and space corridor.
It kept going back and forth, but it couldn't cause any specific and real harm to the black shadow.
Obviously, the bullet that Wanbao regarded as its trump card had no effect at all.
But Heiying seemed to have lost all his patience by Wanbao's 'little tricks'.
He stretched out his hand and pulled out a pitch-black knife from the dark and deep void.
This knife seems to be swallowing up all the light. Even if your eyes fall on this knife, your sight will be distorted.
Wanbao saw all this from the corner of his eye, and felt even colder in his heart.
Even though he already knew that he was no match for the person in front of him.
But... Such a huge gap, a gap that can't cause any harm or hindrance to the opponent even after exhausting all the cards... still makes Wanbao frustrated and desperate.
"Wait! I have something else to say!"
"I can cooperate!"
"I'm willing to cooperate!"
"I can···."
Wanbao could never express the last few words.
Because, his neck has been cut off with a knife.
Along with his neck, what was also cut off was his soul.
There was no way he could dodge this strike.
And it was precisely this kind of knife that caused Wanbao's ambitions, despondency, plots and plans, those unrealized ambitions, and recovered dignity... all to disappear without a trace, like broken dreams.
.
boom!
With a slight explosion, Wanbao's body shattered into the most basic particles.
Then it disappeared into nothingness.
From beginning to end, it was as if a person like him had never existed.
"A quarter has been released."
"Three more to go! Three more to go!"
"hold on!"
"Wait a minute!" The black shadow seemed to be comforting or metaphorizing something.
He turned around and completely disappeared from the void.
It was just as weird as when he appeared.
At this time... it happened on the battlefield in the void.
Zhao Wei'an, who was controlling Wanjian Mountain from a distance, scanned the entire battlefield with keen and sharp eyes.
For a moment, he felt something, but then lost that feeling.
He values this intuition very much.
Because Bai Fan once told him that sword cultivators who have condensed the principles of swords into their souls have an instinct to sense danger like weapons.
Just like the legendary spiritual sword, it can warn people of danger.
Often it is not the sword that warns, but the keen heart of the sword.
"Old friend! You destroyed the spiritual network... Is this really the right decision?" Zhao Wei'an stroked the long beard under his lips, stood in the void with an immortal air, and then waved his hand to sprinkle
Infinite sword energy.
These sword energies wandered around the battlefield invisibly and without substance.
Act as his eyes and ears, looking for any suspicious traces and clues.
The battlefield is still chaotic.
The many worlds in Chaos City, which were originally a mess, now have such a trigger.
Of course they will only fight each other, and the conquests will become more brutal and powerful.
It will definitely not stop suddenly.
And under this extreme killing spree, those strong men in the name of killing and fighting began to shine their own powerful light by stepping on the enemy's bones and blood.
Their light is extremely dazzling.
It even attracted Zhao Wei'an, who was looking for something 'weird', and Zhao Wei'an couldn't help but focus more on them.