The [Vanishing Domain] had been activated!?
Han Lang had decided to counterattack!?
As the most overpowered superpower in history, the [Vanishing Domain] had taken away Lion Six's superpower in an instant. However, the Three-Eyed King was special. His Eye of Samsara was not a superpower but a real genetic mutation that belonged to the category of physiological mutation. Therefore, the [Vanishing Domain] could not stop him from using his third eye.
Han Lang's aura was madly soaring. His pressure and killing intent filled the entire library. After all, he was no longer the newbie warrior from back then. He was an intermediate level wargod and was about to step into the peak of the wargod realm! His Origin Power Index was below the Three-Eyed King, but it surpassed Lion Six.
The situation became tense. Han Lang's left hand was behind his back, as if he was ready to pull out his divine bow, Flying Feather, at any time. The open state of his right hand signified Han Lang's determination. This time, he was not playing around.
Han Lang used a pair of strange black eyes to stare at Lion Six and the Three-Eyed King. The scene was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. It was like the oppressive atmosphere before a great battle broke out.
Suddenly ~
Lion Six grinned and laughed.
"You think that I'll lose control of these skeletons if you take away my superpower?" Lion Six said coldly, "You're wrong. We zombies are born with a dark physique. In the eyes of these skeletons, I'm one of them.
"If you had used the Vanishing Domain before I resurrected the Howling Firmament Wolf, it would have been fine. If that was the case, I would not have been able to activate him, but now that I have completed what I have to do, it would be useless for you to strip me of my superpower."
Han Lang believed him because he had seen Lion Six's true appearance. He was a strange, pitch-black intelligent lifeform that looked like a demon. He had the smell of death that could not be washed away. Even without his superpower, the zombies could still control these skeletons.
The Three-Eyed King stroked Xiao Bao, who was trembling, and said in a questioning and threatening tone, "You've decided to give up on saving this little thing? That's the right decision because you have absolutely no ability to save him from me. "
"Unfortunately, you've realized this too late. I've already moved the spatial entrance. Even if you ask for help, no one will come. Even if you have a unique superpower, so what? You will still die by my hands, and so will he. "
Han Lang was not swayed by their words. His left hand moved slowly and took out the Flying Feather without a bowstring. He moved very slowly, like a slow-motion scene in a movie.
As the Flying Feather Bow appeared in Han Lang's hands, both Lion Six and Three-Eyed King felt an immense pressure. The sixth sense of high-ranking warriors was sharp to begin with, and Han Lang didn't hide his killing intent at all. They understood that Han Lang wanted to fight to the death.
Since he couldn't save Xiaobao, even if he had to die, he would drag a few people down with him!
The Three-Eyed King had specially studied Han Lang. He knew all too well that this seemingly friendly and intelligent person was inhuman when he went crazy!
All these years, Han Lang had fought his enemies to the bitter end time and time again, not resting until he was dead! That was how he got the nickname of being a tough nut.
If Han Lang really didn't care about Xiaobao's life and death and insisted on fighting them to the death, it would indeed be quite a headache.
Lion Six gritted his teeth. He was actually very nervous. Although Han Lang's Darkness Extinction wouldn't be completely effective, it would still make him lose the ability to control all the skeletons. He could only rely on the Corpse Race's inheritance to control the Howling Firmament Wolf, which greatly reduced his combat power.
The specialty of the Corpse Race was control. If he fought head-on, he definitely wouldn't be a match for a violent warrior like Han Lang.
Thinking of this, Lion Six said, "Have you really thought this through? You can't win by yourself."
Han Lang said indifferently, "You mean you want to rely on numbers to suppress me?"
"Exactly! Look around you. You're already surrounded, idiot! "Lion Six shouted.
Han Lang was still unmoved. His left hand was moving like the most precise machine. The speed was very slow, but it was incomparably stable. He slowly propped up the Divine Bow Feather, and then his right hand made a working posture. It was also very slow and stable.
Of course, all of this had been carefully calculated by Han Lang.
Why did he use slow movements?
This was because, according to psychological analysis, slow movements would cause the opponent to become numb and ignore the lethality that the opponent might cause.
If Han Lang used the fastest movements to draw the bow and release the arrow, it would instead arouse the nervous reactions of the warriors. Those who had reached a certain level all knew that high-level warriors often relied on their reactions to fight.
When the enemy punched, before the brain had time to think, the nervous system had already sent out a signal to control the muscles and bones to dodge.
This was the subconscious brought about by a strong nervous system.
Han Lang definitely couldn't stimulate their subconscious, so he very slowly took out the Flying Feather Bow and set it up.
When the Flying Feather Bow was in his hand, Han Lang's aura was different again. His murderous aura had increased by dozens or even hundreds of times!
His black eyes couldn't be distinguished from the pupils. No one knew who he was aiming at with the Flying Feather Bow, and this would bring great psychological pressure to the opponent.
It was like someone pointing a gun at two people at the same time. Both of them had their own ulterior motives and were desperately trying to guess who would be attacked. This was a classic case of dangerous paralysis in psychology.
If it was a one-on-one fight, since there was no other choice, they would give it their all.
In this world, nothing was simple, especially in a battle between experts. Even an inconspicuous preparation was full of deep meaning and calculation.
The Three-Eyed King sighed. He was starting to look down on Sixth Lion. Why didn't Sixth Lion let the Howling Firmament Wolf take the initiative to attack?
The reason was simple. Sixth Lion was afraid that Han Lang's Flying Feather Arrow would be shot at him. It wouldn't matter if the arrow was shot at the Three-Eyed King, but Sixth Lion knew very well that he wasn't an expert like the Three-Eyed King. Thus, he needed the Howling Firmament Wolf to stand in front of him as a shield.
Now, Sixth Lion didn't dare let the Howling Firmament Wolf rush forward. If Han Lang shot the arrow at the same time, Sixth Lion didn't know whether the Howling Firmament Wolf's teleportation or Han Lang's Flying Feather Bow was faster.
This was the subtle part of the situation. Everyone guessed that Han Lang would definitely shoot the arrow, but who would the arrow be aimed at? Sixth Lion or the Three-Eyed King?
The air seemed to freeze at this moment. No one spoke, and even the sound of breathing was suppressed.
Han Lang had successfully attracted all of his opponent's attention. Of course, the old fox, the Three-Eyed King, was observing Han Lang while pressing his hand on Xiao Bao's head, ready to twist it off at any time.
Xiao Bao had already closed his eyes. He knew that Han Lang had given up on him. Although he was afraid, he wasn't depressed, because he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Han Lang had been tortured to save him, and this was what Xiao Bao couldn't stand. He blamed himself for not being strong enough to put Han Lang in such a desperate situation.
Instead of this, he would rather die. Xiao Bao's young pride was awakening. He liked Han Lang, but he didn't want to become Han Lang's burden.
Suddenly —
Han Lang gently flicked his right pinky.
That wasn't the action of shooting the arrow. Shooting the Flying Feather Bow required the index and middle fingers.
But this small action still caused a strong chain reaction!
Sixth Lion's body suddenly dived down, and at the same time, he ordered the Howling Firmament Wolf to attack Han Lang.
At the same time, the Three-Eyed King suddenly dodged to the side, raising his palm and smashing it at Xiao Bao's head.
In that one ten-thousandth of a second, a small mouth suddenly revealed itself from stealth, using its sharp fangs to bite the Three-Eyed King's hand that was grabbing onto Xiao Bao!
It was the Silver Fox!
The smartest Silver Fox! He had appeared in the most unbelievable way when Han Lang needed him the most!
So the Silver Fox had been following Han Lang around, sneakily hiding.
Han Lang really had a backup plan!
In that one second, another person — a warrior whose body was made of strange fibers — suddenly appeared behind the Three-Eyed King, using his unbelievable strength to pounce on the Three-Eyed King!
He was the Nether King!
Han Lang's second backup plan!
He had come with the Silver Fox. The Silver Fox could turn invisible and change the environment around him. In other words, if the Silver Fox stood on Han Lang's shoulder and turned invisible, no one could see Han Lang.
However, the Silver Fox's invisibility had a fatal flaw — it couldn't hide the presence of humans. Others would easily discover Han Lang, and the invisibility would fail.
Coincidentally, the Nether King was not human!
His body was made of a type of high-strength fiber, and his presence was similar to a tree or a blade of grass!
The Silver Fox and the Nether King were a perfect match for invisibility! No one would be able to discover them!
As for why the Silver Fox and the Nether King were here?
It was simple. Although Han Lang was brave, he was definitely not an idiot!
He and the Silver Fox had a set of simple but effective hand signals. When Han Lang received the news, the Silver Fox was invisible beside him, and Han Lang used this hand signal to secretly tell the Silver Fox to hurry and find the Nether King!
And so, the Silver Fox found the Nether King and hid on Han Lang's dark warship.
At first, the Nether King did not know why the Silver Fox came to find him, or why he made him invisible and dragged him onto the dark warship.
However, the Nether King was no ordinary warrior. He did not make a sound and waited until now.
In reality, the Nether King's power was extraordinary. He was probably the most level-headed and had the most battle experience. Furthermore, he kept a low profile.
If someone were to investigate Han Lang's base, they would notice the heaven-defying Sima Hunfeng, Bo Ya, and carefree fellows like the Three Lunatics. They would notice the dark element and Luo Ying, who was protected by the Banshee. Even the team's scout, Lance, would be noticed.
Only the Silver Fox and the Nether King were different. The Silver Fox was extremely clever and relied on his innate sense of smell. As for the Nether King, those who did not know him would think that he was a walking fiber! In addition, the Nether King kept a low profile and rarely spoke. He lived in solitude, so he did not even go to the Blue Lake, which was a wonderful place to increase one's Origin Energy. After all, a lump of fiber could not absorb energy.
It was precisely because of these unique characteristics that the Nether King became a non-existent existence in the team. He was like air. When Han Lang needed him, he would always be there. When he was not needed, no one knew where he was.
Today, it was finally the Nether King's turn to flip out!
A fierce battle had caused the Nether King to lose his superpower, but he had obtained the world's strongest body!
Speed! Invulnerable!
Power! Invulnerable!
His reaction speed was also invulnerable!
Han Lang's team might be full of hidden talents, but the Nether King was the strongest body!
He was not a living being, but a super battle machine made of fiber!
The Three-eyed King felt a chill on his forehead. The Nether King's sneak attack from the back and the silver fox's claws had given him a fright. Especially the pressure from the Nether King. When he swung his arm, a loud explosion resounded in the air. Even the air was torn apart by his arm!
The Three-Eyed King had yet to think of a way to deal with this when Han Lang used his third trump card!
Divine Bow, Flying Feather, Burst Shot!
A white light whizzed out, surpassing the speed of light as it shot toward the Three-Eyed King!
At this moment, the powerful Teleportation War God Xiao Tianlang had already appeared in front of Han Lang. His fist was less than a centimeter away from Han Lang's head, but Han Lang did not dodge or block. Instead, he insisted on releasing his Flying Feather Arrow. Even if he died, he had to kill the Three-Eyed King!
Three layers of pincer attack, a full three layers of pincer attack!
Han Lang had calculated everything down to his bones!
This was why he was so terrifying. As a warrior known for his tough bones, Han Lang also had an outstanding calculation and a smart brain.
Han Lang could fight recklessly, but he could also scheme!
The Three-Eyed King suddenly felt that he could not breathe, and his mind was starting to go haywire.
The Flying Feather Arrow, the Nether King, and the Silver Fox were attacking at the same time. Even though he was a powerful warrior, he did not know who to deal with first.
However, the Three-Eyed King was certain of one thing. At this critical moment, the most important thing was not to kill Xiao Bao, but to protect himself. Any sane warrior would make the same judgment.
"Not good!"
The Three-Eyed King had just let go of Xiao Bao when he realized that the situation was not good. It seemed that Han Lang's Flying Feather Arrow was not aimed at him, but at Xiao Bao's collar that could explode at any moment.
This discovery made the Three-Eyed King's chaotic thoughts reach a crazy level.
If Han Lang's goal was to shoot through the collar and cause a huge explosion, what should he do?
The Three-Eyed King had completely broken down.
One hand, two hands, three sinister hidden trump cards, Han Lang played his fourth even more sinister trump card!
Since he could not save Xiao Bao, he might as well detonate him and kill the Three-Eyed King!
As for the Nether King and the Silver Fox, the Three-Eyed King felt that they were just Han Lang's sacrifices. He did not understand Han Lang, so it was normal for him to sacrifice his subordinates to achieve his tactical goal.
The only thing the Three-Eyed King could think of was to escape immediately. His closed third eye suddenly opened, and at this moment, he released all of his origin energy as if he had drunk chicken blood.
Unfortunately, the Three-Eyed King had no way to escape under Han Lang's heavy net.
He could only watch as the white light struck the collar on Xiao Bao's neck and watched as Xiao Bao was taken away by a black shadow.
A black shadow!?
The Three-Eyed King had completely gone crazy. A fellow had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and taken away Xiao Bao and the Silver Fox right under his nose!
That was Xiao Lin. He also had the ability to teleport, and he was Han Lang's greatest trump card!
Five trump cards, a total of five trump cards!
The Three-Eyed King would never believe that Han Lang, who could design such a complicated and precise strategy, was not a monster!
"Bang!"
The Nether King used his fearless bravery and might as the strongest warrior to suppress the panicking Three-Eyed King!
That's right, he forcefully suppressed them!
The Nether King's super strength was invincible!
No one who was caught by him could escape!
A battle between two kings!
The Nether King used his might as if a heavenly king had descended to the world. His left hand grabbed the Three-Eyed King's arm, and his right hand pressed down on the Three-Eyed King's head, aiming at the collar that had been destroyed by the Flying Feather Arrow.
"Rumble!"
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