It could only be said that Gray Mist Lord's primal chaos fog was indeed very fierce.
Objectively speaking, while Wang Ling's knifehand strike could cause explosive damage, as long as there was this primal chaos fog, Gray Mist Lord could reduce the damage by 75% at most.
This was also the main reason why Gray Mist Lord was still able to stand up after being hit by Wang Ling twice in a row.
He was injured, but not seriously injured, and this injury was far from fatal.
What surprised Wang Ling even more was that …
In addition to reducing damage, this primal chaos fog also had the ability to heal itself, which ignored the "serious injury" effect.
The last person who had been so confident in his "self-healing ability" was President Bai.
Unfortunately, President Bai hadn't taken into account the "serious injury" effect attached to each of Wang Ling's ordinary attacks.
As a result, he hadn't been able to recover from his injuries before he died …
And now, the marmot had fully demonstrated the professionalism that a qualified meat shield should have.
It wasn't even afraid of being seriously injured!
Even if it was severely injured, as long as there was the primal chaos fog, it could come back to life!
It was indeed a troublesome guy!
In space, Wang Ling stared at Gray Mist Lord as he climbed out of the second pit and pondered what to do.
If he wanted to kill this marmot, he had to think of a way to get rid of this primal chaos fog.
But looking at the current situation, Wang Ling hadn't thought of a suitable way.
Because it was as if this primal chaos fog had already become one with the marmot!
It had become an inseparable existence!
"Because it has been hiding in the fog for so long, does it think of itself as an organ of the marmot?" Wang Ling guessed.
…
Elsewhere, Gray Mist Lord was very depressed after climbing out of the second pit.
The second slap in the face had come too suddenly.
He even wondered if he had gotten the wrong script.
As the number one divine beast under Dao Ancestor Wang, he had never been beaten up so unilaterally.
Not even that Monk Golden Lamp had been able to take such a beating!
Rumble …
There was a violent tremor on the surface of the moon.
Gray Mist Lord sprang to his feet again and aimed his sharp claws in Wang Ling's direction.
"Again?" Wang Ling didn't believe that the marmot would play the same trick again.
At this distance, no matter how fast the marmot was, Wang Ling would be able to swat it back like a fly.
A third crater was about to appear on the surface of the moon.
When the Gray Mist Lord flew into the air, his sharp claws tore open a space, and his body turned into light particles, quickly disappearing into the void!
Did it disappear halfway through?
No …
Wang Ling realized that this groundhog really wanted to burrow into his spiritual space.
This was truly an omnipotent claw.
It could even tear through the barrier leading to the spiritual space.
This could be considered a miscalculation.
He didn't expect groundhogs to have this ability.
This caused him to be careless for a moment.
But what could he do even if he was in his spiritual space …
In Wang Ling's opinion, this marmot was just courting death.
…
A normal cultivator's mental space is very narrow.
The range of an Almighty's spiritual space naturally went without saying.
Take the monk for example.
The spiritual world of the monk was about the size of a solar system.
But Wang Ling's spiritual space …
After the Gray Mist Lord entered, he felt completely dumbfounded.
This was because he realized that he had just left a real universe and entered another spiritual universe …
F * ck!
This was the freaking spiritual space of a human being!
"Are you ready to die?" A cold voice rang out in the universe of Wang Ling's spiritual space.
The voice seemed to be the very essence of this universe.
Layer upon layer, it had a terrifying echo, like a prehistoric death knell.
It surged in from all directions.
A familiar white-haired figure appeared, formed from countless specks of light.
As always, he appeared like a deity descending to the mortal world.
Wang Ying's figure appeared in front of the Gray Mist Lord, his eyes overbearing and insufferably arrogant.
"You're … this person's shadow?" the Gray Mist Lord said gloomily.
He sensed it.
This person's aura was the same as that of the huge shadow that had risen up on the dark side of the moon earlier.
It came from the same Great Dao.
The marmot was astonished.
Although they had only met face to face for a moment, he could sense that the shadow in front of him was extremely strong.
His figure was a mixture of reality and illusion, as if he had melded into this spiritual world constructed from the sea of stars, and was indistinct and invisible.
His cold, obsidian eyes were sharp, and even without the support of the King's Eye, they were still extremely intimidating.
Gray light flickered on the marmot's body as he increased the protection of the chaotic gray mist once again!
Now, the chaotic gray mist had already reduced the damage by fifty percent, and it had completely enveloped him.
The marmot never thought that he would one day be able to increase the chaotic gray mist to fifty percent.
Because there was only so much chaotic power in his body.
Fifty percent of the chaotic gray mist meant that the vast majority of the chaotic power in his body had been allocated to this chaotic gray mist.
The damage reduction effect had increased, but at the same time, because of the distribution of the chaotic power in his body, the damage dealt would also be weakened.
"So you're relying on this gray robe to do whatever you want?" Wang Ying's gaze became colder and colder.
Under this threatening gaze, the Gray Mist Lord finally couldn't take it anymore. "Don't be too arrogant! When the Dao Ancestor gave birth to me, you weren't even deoxyribonuclease! "
The marmot moved. Enhanced by the gray mist, he stretched out his sharp claws and clawed at Wang Ying!
The air in front of him distorted, and an invisible wave of chaos spread out to imprison Wang Ying.
At the same time, the gray mist around his body transformed into a pair of wings, turning him into a flying groundhog!
With a flap of his divine wings, the ground shrank to inches!
Countless stars were swept into the storm, and then torn to pieces by the strong winds.
The marmot flapped his wings and stretched out his claws as he tried to tear Wang Ying's body apart.
Wang Ying couldn't be bothered to dodge at all.
When the claws hit his brain, they directly passed through his body.
They didn't cause him any damage.
"What a stupid marmot. How could it attack Shadow so heavily. "Wang Ying's eyes were cold.
He had already seen through everything.
This chaotic gray mist was indeed the key.
Furthermore, this chaotic gray mist was actually a little similar to him.
It was also something that was "intangible" and didn't have a physical body.
Then, as long as he could destroy this chaotic gray mist, this marmot would be very easy to deal with.
"You actually chose to come to Wang Ling's mental space. You really have a death wish." At that moment, Wang Ying had already thought of a way to deal with the chaotic gray mist.
He stared at the terrified marmot in front of him with a "kind expression."
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