Boom boom boom!!
The rocket launchers exploded on the surface of the sea, the flames were like blooming red flower buds, extremely eye-catching in the night.
Garon kicked the rocket launcher with the tip of his foot, shooting a water arrow at the rocket launcher.
With a loud boom, a violent explosion erupted on the surface of the sea not far away from him. He covered his face with one hand. He waited until the debris from the explosion dissipated before he put down his hand.
"How do we deal with this!?" He looked at the others and realized that Nikon had already taken out his small silver pistol, aiming at the direction of the rocket launcher with a grim face.
Psst!
With a soft sound, the small pistol flashed a red light, then quieted down.
At the same time, a small silver ball was nailed to the chest of a clown on the cliff. It quickly reached out to grab it.
Psst!!
The small ball suddenly exploded, turning into countless thin needles, shooting in all directions.
Without a sound, the entire group of clowns were pierced by the needles and fell to the ground.
"Let's go, this is such a big scene, it's not as good as a casual shot." Nikon blew the muzzle, returning to his gentle expression.
The two of them immediately rushed out.
On the surface of the sea, Garon finally reached the beach. Instead of saying that he was treading on water, it was more accurate to say that he was treading on water, using his immense stamina and strength to step on the surface of the water, then using the explosive force to rush forward.
He was not an expert in Qinggong, by the time he reached the shore, he was already soaked, his cold clothes were stuck to his body, looking tattered and unkempt.
Once he reached the shore, he saw Palosa, King of Nightmares and the other three already waiting for him, obviously they were faster than him in the sea.
"What a mess!" King of Nightmares said helplessly, "Poor my new clothes, I spent a long time picking them out, and now they're all gone."
Not only him, Andrela and Nikon were also in a similar state. Only Palosa was still clean, he even had two suitcases in his hands, looking like an old gentleman who was about to go on a trip.
"It's the three generals of Weisman! They're here too! "Nikon gritted his teeth," This time I must kill him with my own hands!! "
"Do you want to split up or do you want to come with us?" Palosa asked calmly.
"I have another mission, I won't be coming with you." Nikon shook his head, "Let's split up here."
"Alright."
As soon as Nikon finished speaking, he quickly rushed back to the surface of the sea and began to rescue his soldiers.
"Let's go too." Palosa turned and walked towards the island.
Garon didn't say anything as he followed behind Palosa. The four of them were silent the entire way as they quickly groped their way forward on the small island.
The ground was bare and covered with hard black rocks and rocks. Wisps of white smoke constantly rose from the cracks of the rocks. The smoke lingered and did not disperse, limiting one's vision to a few meters.
The four of them left the beach. Walking on the inner island was like walking on land, surrounded by fog.
There seemed to be no end to the fog in front of them. It was always a vast expanse of whiteness.
Palosa found a spot behind a large rock and squatted down. He opened his suitcase and started taking out food and water for his meal.
"Let's all eat. We'll probably have to stay here for a bowl."
Andrela and King of Nightmares sat down and ate a piece of deep-fried dough cake with milk.
Garon took a piece of deep-fried dough cake and ate it in small bites as he observed his surroundings.
The sky was white, and the surroundings were also white. Only the ground was made of bare black rocks, and they could only see less than three meters in front of them. The four of them were like a lone island in the middle of the ocean. There was no end in sight.
He reached out and grabbed a piece of black rock and squeezed it lightly.
Crack.
The rock crumbled into black powder, revealing the honeycomb-like structure inside. It was very hot inside, close to thirty to forty degrees Celsius.
"The terrain here is strange. The temperature is very high. The smoke smells like sulfur. "He said in a low voice.
"The Smoke Island has many secrets. But as long as we don't enter the ruins, there won't be any danger. I've only heard of tourists who got lost in the fog and fell off the cliff and died. The numbers aren't high. "Andrela explained," We just have to be careful of other people who come onto the island. "
He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and slowly unfolded it. It was a map.
"This is part of the topography of the Smoke Island. It was drawn by someone in the past. But it's not very useful. It's just for reference. "
The few of them went up to take a closer look.
There was a long strip of the island on the map. It was divided into two parts, the Southern and Northern Regions. The two areas were marked with a small dot, and there was a name beside it.
"There are a few famous scenic spots on the Smoke Island. They are all different groups of people, numbered one to nine. Which one should we choose? "Andrela asked. "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon. If we want to enter the ruins, we have to fulfill two conditions."
"One is a psychokinesis expert. That's me." The King of Nightmares replied lazily.
"The second is the key." Garon continued. "The question is, where is the key?"
"It's most likely in the group of people. The three generals of the Weisman who ambushed us just now should be here. " The King of Nightmares said casually, "They ruined the clothes I just bought. I have to make them pay for this."
After losing the Golden Sword Throne and the Golden Seal for no reason, Garen was inexplicably unhappy. These were both Antiques of Tragedy and had the value of Potential Points. Now, not even a scrap of them was left behind.
Hehe …
Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the thick fog not far away.
"Who is it!" Andrela's eyes flashed coldly. A silver light flashed in his hand.
With a clang, a clown in red and green clothes walked out of the white fog. He wore a red mask and the corners of his mouth split open to his ears like a bloody mouth. He casually threw away a flying knife in his hand.
"To be able to meet people who were also ambushed here, how lucky." The clown's sharp and unpleasant voice rang in their ears. "We were also ambushed by the three generals of the Weisman. Our ship was destroyed and we are going to seek revenge."
"Oh? You know where they are? "The King of Nightmares took out a white pear from nowhere and took a small bite.
"Of course, that group of people is about to get the key. I don't know why their information is so accurate." The clown's strange emphasis was somewhat awkward. It was as if the key was the most important item to enter the ruins but he was laughing and gloating. "So? Do you want to go? "
"You've informed quite a few people right?" Garon asked softly.
"Of course. Who told them to attack people who came to the island this time? If we don't teach them a lesson, they'll really think that the Weisman government is invincible. "The clown replied sharply.
"Then how many people do you have?" Garon continued to ask.
"Do you think I'll answer that question?" The clown laughed.
"That's true. But why do we have to believe you? "
"Because you have to go. Anyone who wants the key will not let go of this opportunity. They are in the north. Go that way, I'll lead the way. " The clown smiled and said, "We have a common enemy. Let's take care of them first. We'll act after we get the key."
He led the way in a certain direction.
Palosa stood motionless. His face was expressionless. No one could tell what he was thinking.
The other two just smiled and did not make any other movements.
Garon narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to have smelled something and walked out. He did not walk in the direction the clown was leading but in the opposite direction.
"You're going the wrong way." The clown turned back and looked at him. "Come with me. They're here."
"Why do I need to ask you?" Garon frowned and walked forward without hesitation.
Swoosh!
The clown came back and blocked Garon's path.
"You can't go this way. Come with me … "
"What do you mean?" Garon's face turned cold. "You better get out of my way."
"Little guy … you can't go this way … or else … I'll be very angry ~ ~ ~" The clown smiled eerily.
"Are you going to get out of my way or not?" Garon's nose smelled something from this direction. His voice turned cold.
"If you want to die, I can grant you your wish." The clown's voice turned cold.
"Want to die? Hehe, let me see how you're going to kill me!! "Garon's face turned ferocious. He opened his hand and clawed at the clown.
Boom!!!
An invisible aura enveloped the clown. His claw was like a dark green steel claw, and he clawed at Chen Xiaobei's face. An invisible gust of wind blew the white mist around them away like a tidal wave.
"Woo!!"
The clown screamed loudly. He threw out a large number of black grenades from his sleeves and dodged the claw with lightning speed.
"Kaboom!"
The two of them retreated as soon as they made contact. An intense explosion occurred between them. The flames swept across the white mist and blew it away.
"Divine Statue – East King Hand!!"
Garon's eyes turned sharp. He turned into a black shadow and rushed out. He clawed at the clown with both hands. The air screeched as his claws slashed at the clown.
A transparent wall appeared in front of him. The wall was formed by countless swirling air cyclones. It was like a giant boulder was pressing down on the clown.
The clown screamed and turned around to escape.
"Rip!!"
The clown's body was torn in half. Blood rained down from the sky.
Garon's hands were still two meters away from him.
"Weak." He snorted and walked slowly to the clown's head. He stomped on the clown's head.
With a flick of his foot, a silver card flew into his hand.
The card was made of metal. There was a black and white image of a kid printed on it.
"It's the clown from the card." The King of Nightmares covered his nose with a fragrant handkerchief and slowly walked over. "The Clown King has ten clones. They all have different code names. Yours should be one of them. I heard that the clown's entire body is either filled with poison or traps. All of them are experts at using poison. Unfortunately, you tore him in half before he could see it for himself. "
He looked at Garon carefully.
"Killing people through air. Garon, have you reached that level already? "
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