Before she could move, a five-meter-wide giant hand came crashing down on Elba's head.
Bam!
The concrete floor beneath her feet caved in by more than half a meter. Her legs were completely buried in the cement.
Khadula's face was flushed as he turned around and looked at Elba, who was struggling to hold the giant hand.
"Big Sister's performance was amazing … I really thought I was dead just now …"
"You … Have you abandoned your human body?" Elba's face was ashen. She bit the cigarette in her mouth and dropped it.
She raised her hands up high to support the huge palm above her head, trying her best to prevent it from falling down.
"Human body? Maybe. "Khadula smiled as he walked toward Elba. "The outcome is clear. Big sister, do you still want to fight back?"
"Fight back?" Elba looked calm. "I think you have some misunderstanding about me."
"Hmm?" Khadula stopped in his tracks. Instinctively, he felt a sense of danger.
He suddenly felt that he could not move his feet.
He looked down and saw that his feet were slowly becoming ossified from the soles of his feet up to his ankles.
The white bones looked like they were coated with a layer of white paint as they climbed up rapidly.
Elba let out a sigh.
"Do you like it? This posture? "She let go of her hand, and the huge white hand above her head floated motionlessly, quietly stopping above her.
Crash!
With a crisp sound, the white hand shattered into countless bone shards that rained down on the ground.
The bone shards looked like some kind of glass shards, falling to the ground with a crisp and melodious sound.
Two pairs of pitch-black wings grew out of Elba's back. The wings were as black as the night, without any impurities.
"You should be proud to have forced me to this extent." She combed her long blue hair, bent down to pick up the military cap that was blown away, and put it back on.
"If you did not attack the Starfury Clan, I could have let you go. What a pity. "
She stared at the boy in front of her. His face was so delicate that it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman. It was a pity to break it like this.
"Am I beautiful?" Khadula looked down at the bone shards that covered his chest and asked softly.
"Very."
Elba touched her face. "But I think I am more beautiful."
A moment later, she sighed.
"I really can't say such words … A person should have a conscience … I'm not thick-skinned enough …"
"Farewell. Darksiders who have given up on their human bodies will not be able to ascend, and the only outcome is death. "
She turned and walked to the car parked nearby.
"Goodbye. I will remember the Ironfist Society, a powerhouse who can walk out of your level."
Finally, she waved her hand.
The crisp sound of bones creeping upwards came from behind him.
"I'm so beautiful, why don't you give in to me? Why do you want to kill me? "
Suddenly, a series of voices rang out.
"Shouldn't beauty be omnipotent? I'm already very beautiful, right? Isn't it already perfect? "
"Why, why is it like this? Why don't you just die obediently? It seems like I'm not beautiful enough? That's right … it's my problem. I'm definitely not beautiful enough!! "
A series of hurried noises could be heard.
Elba immediately felt that something was wrong. According to the speed of the process, the other party should have completely solidified and become a bone sculpture three seconds ago.
Why is he still talking!?
She stopped in her tracks as she suddenly noticed something was wrong with the shadow on the ground.
"No way …"
Slowly, with a stiff neck, she slowly turned her head.
Behind her, Khadula had disappeared, and in its place was a six-meter-tall old man in a yellow robe.
Countless white arms grew out of the old man's body like a centipede.
And these arms were growing rapidly, longer and larger. The skin on the arms began to turn black, yellow, and harder.
The old man's face was wooden, and there was a large sarcoma on his chest. On the surface of the sarcoma was the face of Khadula, who was as beautiful as a flower a moment ago.
"Now … I'm even more beautiful …" Khadula's countless arms spread out as he spoke in an eerie voice.
"F * ck …!!"
Elba looked up at the old man blankly. She did not even notice that she was shrouded in the shadow of the old man.
…
…
On the deserted street, a number of silver-black motorcycles whizzed past.
A dozen motorcycles formed a convoy, and the engines at the back of the vehicles roared deafeningly. The exhaust from the motorcycles converged and turned into a white mist.
The motorcyclist at the front was wrapped in a tight racing suit. His helmet and goggles flashed by the reflections of the street on both sides.
"The target has moved out." A voice came from the earpiece inside the helmet.
"Roger." The motorcyclist turned and sped to the right side of the intersection ahead.
"The dark energy fluctuation has reached its maximum. Black Feather has been activated. Rearrange the route, bypass the patrol team. "
"We can move out now."
"We can move out now."
"Roger."
"Roger!"
The motorcyclists responded from their helmets.
* Screech!! *
The motorcyclist at the front made a sudden turn and braked, leaving a scorch mark on the ground.
He decisively got out of the car and took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face full of heroic spirit. It was a black-haired woman with exquisite features!
"Move out!"
She waved her hand and led the way into the Iron Fist Society.
The heavy wooden door that had just been repaired was pushed lightly by her palm, and it fell inwards.
Dust flew everywhere. In the lobby behind the door, a few Iron Fist Society disciples who were on standby were stunned for a moment before they reacted.
"Who's there?!" A burly man had just stood up when his chest was pierced through, and blood spurted out. It seemed that something sharp had pierced through his chest.
The burly man fell backward, and in the blink of an eye, he was dead.
The rest of the people were shocked, and before they could do anything, the motorcyclist threw a spiked dart through their chests.
The black-haired woman's face was cold as she quickly walked through the lobby and entered the corridor from the side.
"Where's the GPS?" She stopped and looked at another motorcyclist who had caught up.
"The third room on the right."
The woman strode over and kicked hard.
* Bam! *
The door of the quiet room was slammed open.
Inside was Sarroux, who got up in shock, and Lin Sheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Who's there?!" A white light flashed in Sarroux's eyes, and he quickly channeled his Saint Power.
"Iron Fist Society branch leader Lin Sheng?" The black-haired woman walked into the quiet room, and her eyes immediately locked onto Lin Sheng.
"Who are you?" Lin Sheng's attention was mostly on Khadula, and now that he was suddenly attacked, his heart sank, and he immediately got up.
The black-haired woman sneered.
"You don't need to know who we are. Just hand over the Ashen Seal cultivation information. You and him don't have to die. "
"Frodo, stop talking nonsense with him. Just grab him and suck his soul!" The second motorcyclist walked in and said coldly. It was a man's voice.
"…" Lin Sheng's expression did not change. He felt like his skin was being pricked by needles, and his body instinctively felt a strong sense of threat.
"Sucking souls takes time. If they know what's good for them, we can save a lot of time," the black-haired woman said coldly.
"Women are always dragging their feet!"
"Say one more word, and I'll make sure you can't walk out of this door!" The black-haired woman, Frodo, turned her head and said coldly.
The two stopped arguing, and their eyes fell on Lin Sheng.
Lin Sheng was silent for a moment.
"Do you know what you're doing?" he said in a low voice.
"The elites from your headquarters are fighting with the Pale Viper. They have no time to come and save you." The black-haired woman took a step forward. "Or do you want to struggle?"
"Struggle?" Lin Sheng closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were already pale gold.
"Just you!!?" He took a step forward, and his right foot stomped on the floor with a dull thud.
* Vroom!! *
The entire quiet room's floor exploded like a wave, and a circle of ashen vibration appeared.
The Holy Shield Triple Combo was used without hesitation.
Lin Sheng's figure rapidly expanded, and a purple mark appeared on his forehead. His right fist turned into a palm, and in an instant, a white line shot out toward the black-haired woman.
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