The first thing he felt was the beating of his heart. It was as if the thunder from the sky had descended in his chest. It swelled and echoed, as if it was going to tear his chest apart. It turned all his blood into lava and flowed wildly.
The muscles that contracted in an instant expanded like an explosion, bringing indescribable power and speed. It made Huai Shi gallop in the storm and torrential rain, like a dark ink mark extending in the fog.
In the instant of silence, thunder sounded in the sky again.
It was accompanied by overlapping bursts of gunfire.
The moment Huai Shi jumped out, the mercenaries surrounding the blockade pulled the trigger without hesitation. The crisscrossing firepower net instantly enveloped the youth's shadow.
Even if his route was so strange and changeable.
Huai Shi only had time to dodge for a moment before all his escape routes were sealed. On the roof of the Hummer, the machine gun had begun to rotate again, aiming at the running youth.
The trigger was about to be pulled.
At that moment, there was a bleak white in front of everyone's eyes.
It was light.
Pure silver like liquefied liquid fell like rain, bursting out countless cold rays of steel shattering, stinging everyone's eyes.
It was lightning.
The furious thunder fell from the sky. The Whip of God's Wrath hit the burning basket, easily shattering the burning fire and causing the broken flames to rise.
Countless tiny electric arcs slithered out like snakes, spreading out like branches of a tree. They greedily licked every inch of metal around them and jumped between every bullet in the air, illuminating the young man's eyes.
In the darkness, a scarlet light lit up.
He saw it.
The turbulent rainstorm, the sweeping hurricane, the crisscrossing bullets, the burning fire, the surging fog like a tide, and the gradually closing blockade.
Everything came to a momentary standstill in this sudden flash of lightning.
Then, countless splashes of water burst out.
Huai Shi stepped on the ground under his feet and jumped up in the cage of lightning and metal. He flipped in the almost solidified wind and finally fell to the ground, brushing against the scorching bullet chain, breaking free of the cage of crisscrossing firepower.
It was like walking between thunder and lightning.
Passing through the lightning and fire.
He broke through the torrential rain and tore through the fog entwined in the wind. With a roar that came from his heart, the arm hidden behind his back swung forward.
The heavy sacrificial knife flew out of his hand and guided the lightning in the air. It shattered the rain curtain layer by layer and nailed into the skull of the machine gunner on the top of the Hummer.
Bang!
Absolute Kill!
There was no sign of blood or mournful wails. In an instant, the unlucky man was devoured by the demonic blade from the inside out, turning into a shriveled skeleton.
When the mercenaries turned their muzzles and aimed at the youth's shadow again, he had already returned to his travel bag as he wished.
He smiled at them one last time.
"I really hope you brought gas masks."
The young man aimed his pistol at the travel bag at his feet and pulled the trigger. The bullet instantly tore through the plastic bag, and countless grayish-black dust flew up.
Then, a grayish-white flame ignited in his hand.
It was like a dust explosion.
The darkness formed by the ashes of the calamity swallowed everything.
Then, tragic cries of grief and roars of fear rang out.
At the last moment when they were swallowed by fear and despair, they saw a pair of red eyes …
.
When the darkness gradually dissipated, the commander who shouted was curled up in a chair and crying like an abandoned little boy.
Then, he saw the young man leaning against the car door.
As if there was an invisible gravitational force, the darkness formed by the calamity ash was pulled into his body. Like a monster, he was devouring the solidified fear, despair, and death.
Huai Shi lowered his head and casually inserted the art-like sacrificial knife into his vest. He focused on loading the pistol's magazine, one by one, so carefully.
"To be honest, you are not elite at all, let alone professional."
Outside the broken window, the young man loaded the pistol. He slowly raised the weapon in his hand and showed the dark barrel to the last enemy, "At best, you are just a bunch of war dogs."
The trigger was pulled.
Bang!
Everything returned to silence.
In the endless rain falling from the sky, he turned his head and stared in the direction behind him.
He waited quietly.
.
.
In the dead silent car, He Luo quietly stared at the young man waiting in the rain.
Qi Wen's expression changed as he tried to suppress the panic and anger in his heart.
"What is he doing?"
"Waiting for me."
He Luo sighed softly. "He knows I am here."
As he spoke, he pulled out the pistol from his chest and handed it to Qi Wen. "Boss, if you are unlucky, you may have to go to Jinling alone."
Qi Wen's expression suddenly changed, and he could no longer maintain his calm. "You … you are a Gold-rank Ascendant. Can't you beat him?"
"That brat …"
He Luo shook his head. "He is different from the others."
He slowly got up, but was caught by Qi Wen again.
"Don't go!" Qi Wen's eyes widened, and his expression twitched. "We don't need to fight with this kind of lunatic. This is the Discovery Realm! It won't be long before someone comes! "
He Luo shook his head and couldn't help but laugh.
"Do I have to run away with my tail between my legs in front of the same brat twice?"
He stared at the young man in the rain who looked just like a demon. His eyes slowly narrowed, and his voice was cold. "If we don't kill him here, we won't be able to rest easy in the future."
As the scales grew, the snake-like face flashed with malevolence.
He said, "I will be back in a while."
As he spoke, he slowly pushed open the car door and walked into the rain.
As he walked forward, two thick arms extended from the gap in his coat at the shoulder blades, and two bronze scimitars were drawn from his back.
A slender snake tail stretched out from under his jacket, gently brushing past the puddle of water, leaving behind a trail of poisonous green marks.
With the supply of nearly combusting Origin Substance, the second stage of the Complete Gold-rank Stigmata, Naga, was completely activated, turning his body into a three-meter-long, four-armed Naga.
As his four hands spread out, the water on the ground seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, solidifying around his body like a rolling curtain.
The Stigmata Naga, which originated from India, was originally a poisonous dragon and a large snake. After it was passed to Myanmar, the alchemists took the local miracle and mixed it and smelted it, forming the four-armed Naga. It also increased its affinity with water.
Naturally, it had an advantage over the sea, in rainy and snowy weather, and in wet areas.
Now, it could be said that he was at his peak.
Even though he hadn't reached the third stage and had begun to transform into a legendary creature from the inside out, he still had shocking lethality.
Just like that, he stared at the young man in the rain.
He grinned, and a sinister smile appeared on his inhuman face.
Huai Shi slowly pulled out the sacrificial knife.
After having its fill of fresh blood, the blade emitted a resplendent light, as if it was a death that could bewitch one's soul.
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