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Chapter 82

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The messenger fell to the ground. Everything happened too fast. His body was still twitching, and some dark blood slowly flowed out of his neck.

The head was the last foundation of the undead.

The neck was torn, and the head rolled to the feet of the magic flies. This indicated that there was no possibility of the messenger being resurrected at all.

It was reasonable to say that the messenger had worked hard even if he did not have any merits. In the process of the battle, even if he did not have an arm, he still had to protect Chen Feng. If it was an ordinary person, they might think of using their strength to escape from here!

But who was Chen Feng?

His psychological quality had been stabilized to the extreme.

A battle was a battle, and there was no luck. Just now, his trump card was exhausted, and the messenger lost an arm. How could Chen Feng and Phra be the opponents of the magic flies?

In that case, could they really break through the magic flies' restrictions and escape with a few roars?

Impossible!

The magic flies went berserk and had exerted their true strength. In this case, a meaningless charge would only speed up the loss of life.

If there was no chance, then create one.

In addition to the Balrog transformation, Chen Feng was also a summoner.

The messenger who lost an arm could only exert half of his strength. Instead of being torn apart by the magic flies, it was better to turn his life into flames and illuminate the way for Chen Feng to survive.

Phra's pupils dilated, revealing a surprised expression. However, she recovered in an instant. She was not stupid and knew what Chen Feng, as a summoner, was going to do.

Was it cruel?

The Abyss was a very cruel area, and the Cat people lived a miserable and poverty-stricken life. When they encountered some irresistible difficulties, the elderly Cat people would be left behind to stop the enemy.

Staying behind meant death.

However, it was because of the sacrifice of these people that the race had the opportunity to find a new place to reproduce.

Although Phra understood, seeing the partner who had just fought side by side with her fall to the ground, there was still a touch of sadness in her eyes.

"Phra, charge forward. I need some time to prepare. Explode, explode with all of your power. This is our last chance!" Chen Feng's eyes also revealed a trace of hostility after killing the messenger with his own hands.

There was no reason for Chen Feng not to be furious.

The Mourner's strength was extraordinary. If he was properly trained, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with a Dark Knight. But such a strong seed had been forced to become a sacrifice by the Demon Fly. This grudge had to be filled with the blood of the Demon Fly!

Chen Feng was furious, and there was a flame burning in his eyes.

When Phra heard this, her back slowly hunched down. She opened her small mouth, and her four canine teeth actually grew by two centimeters. Not only that, her eyes also turned azure, and on both sides of her cheeks, six whiskey-like veins slowly appeared.

To be able to survive such a harsh environment in the Abyss and successfully be promoted to a Fist Master, how could Phra not have a life-saving trump card?!

After a short moment, Fra laid down on the ground, and a strong force rippled out from her body. Even the surrounding dust was stirred up, and her aura suddenly changed, as if she had turned into a real raccoon cat.

"Bang!"

The ground could not withstand Phra's power and directly shattered. At the same time, Phra directly rushed out. Her arms were like two long spears, stabbing at the Demon Fly's chest.

"Meow!"

Her light and fast figure directly attacked the Demon Fly, and in an instant, she came into contact with the other party's body. Up and down, up and down, twisting and turning in all directions. Straight punches, horizontal punches, knee strikes, elbow strikes, all kinds of moves did not follow a routine, and were completely at her will.

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