It was as if countless venomous snakes were hissing in the dark night. The air was swallowed up, and the bone-chilling coldness turned into a terrifying shadow that lay dormant among the snakes.
Fan Oka turned his head to look behind him. His pupils shrank, and his heart twitched violently. He took a step back, and his body moved backward in a strange manner. He looked like a kite that was being pulled by a rope, and there was a steel wire on his back that was pulling him backward rapidly.
The sickly Poison Q, who was wrapped in a fur coat, pointed at the basket with his finger. A red apple spun rapidly and shot into the black fog. A firework exploded in the darkness, and then the flames were like boiling oil that was swallowed by a swamp. The flames did not have time to bloom before they were silently swallowed up by the shadows that were entangled in the black threads.
The chilling aura dissipated with the air, and the thick fur coat seemed to be unable to block out the pervasive gloom. Poison Q felt a layer of fine goosebumps rise on the surface of his skin. The hissing black threads seemed to be angered, and they immediately turned their fangs to bite him fiercely.
"The deepest impression I have of red apples comes from a fairy tale. In the end, it told me that the red apples handed to me by strangers were all dipped in poison!" The hoarse voice in the pervasive shadows came from an unknown direction, but it seemed to come from all directions. "You threw the apple at me. Are you trying to say that you can't wait to die for your companions?"
Poison Q's scalp was slightly numb. The bone-chilling murderous intent was like countless thin needles that pierced his skin. The chilling wind blew in his face, but it was impossible for him to pinpoint the exact location of the figure hidden in the black fog.
An extreme sense of danger screamed in his body, and a drop of cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He had only felt such a terrifying and sinister feeling from his captain, Blackbeard Teach.
The only difference was that the darkness controlled by Teach was like dark water that was wrapped in darkness, and it would quietly absorb everything. But the black fog before Yang Ling's eyes right now was more like black flames. It was the Underworld Fire that was weaved and controlled by black threads, and it would wither and corrode everything.
It was like a trace of darkness that seeped out from the underworld, eager to pollute and devour the living beings of the human world.
"Don't touch it!" Poison Q's eyelids twitched. Although he was shocked, he did not panic. Although his job was as a ship's doctor, since he was able to be recruited by Blackbeard, his strength was naturally incomparably tyrannical. He was definitely not an existence that could be casually killed.
"Fate has already told me the answer. You can't kill me?" With a flick of Poison Q's wrist, a ferocious-looking scythe drilled out from under his coat. It was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper that controlled fate. As he swung it, the chains wrapped around the scythe's handle trembled, making clanking sounds.
The sharp scythe cut through the black fog. The moment it came into contact with the black threads, the scythe's body strangely flicked, and the smooth black threads were easily cut off like a woman's hair.
"Fate will help me cut down everything that stands in my way!" Poison Q smiled sinisterly. The ferocious-looking long scythe was deftly controlled by him, cutting through the black fog one by one. Even the lingering black fire was strangely shaken to the side by the scythe's movements.
Yarlin's towering figure appeared in the black fog. One of his palms shot out like lightning, grabbing at the scythe. The white glove was unusually conspicuous in the darkness. The edges of the glove were entangled with rippling shadows, as if a huge snake was opening its mouth to bite down on the scythe.
"Fate?" Yarlin's lips curled into a contemptuous arc, as if he was sneering. "I'd like to know what it feels like to swallow fate!"
If you believe in fate, fate will control you like a puppet. If you despise fate, what can fate do?
Ding!
With a crisp sound, the scythe and fingertips collided, producing bursts of sparks. Then, they were drowned by the shadows. Yarlin's arm was twisted like a boneless snake, crawling along the long scythe's handle toward Poison Q.
The terrifying power and cold aura converged and was transmitted along the vibrating scythe. Poison Q's sickly body felt as if it was struck by lightning. He only felt a huge force invading his body, and the hand holding the scythe was a little unstable.
He immediately grabbed the scythe's handle tightly, and the scythe spun wildly in an attempt to cut off Yarlin's arm. However, the other party was not afraid at all. The twisted arm suddenly extended, like a coiled venomous python that suddenly elongated its body. It was impossible to guard against. The next moment, the ferocious fingertips tore through his collar, and the cold stench of blood went straight to his throat.
Goosebumps appeared on his trembling neck!
"I heard you suggesting to look for us. Then, did fate tell you that I would appear in front of you so soon?"
The cold and hoarse voice accompanied by the bone-chilling fingertips made Poison Q's hair stand on end. He felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and his vision turned black. The taste of blood in his mouth surged up his throat, filling his mouth.
The scythe spun wildly, but it was as if it had sunk into a sluggish swamp, or as if it was entangled by countless sticky spider webs. Every movement was incomparably difficult. Poison Q widened his eyes and saw that Yarlin's arm had strangely split open and expanded into countless black lines. Those black lines twisted in mid-air, strangling the scythe to death in circles without any pattern.
The arm cracked into a spider web, but the black lines in front of it still condensed into a twisted arm like a snake. The fingertips were like hooks drilling into Poison Q's throat, and had already pierced his throat.
Horrifying, strange, and chilling!
The frightened Poison Q hurriedly tiptoed, and the ground under his feet exploded. Gravel and sand splashed, revealing a deep pit more than a meter wide. The surrounding edges of the pit were rippling with fine powder, obscuring his vision.
Blood splattered everywhere as Poison Q retreated rapidly. At the same time, a silent bullet brushed past his cheek, piercing through and shattering his sharp finger hook. At the same time, it blew off half of his wrist and arm at the back.
The broken black lines scattered, and a bloody throat fell to the ground. It exploded into hundreds of fingernail-sized shrapnel that was still rushing forward.
The lingering shadow surged and wrapped around Yarlin's body. It pounced on the shrapnel with bared fangs and brandished claws. In a breath, all the shrapnel was melted until not even ashes were left.
A hundred meters away, hiding behind a rock wall and holding a gun, Van Oka's eyes bulged. He stared in disbelief at Yarlin whose shoulder had been blown off. How could he still manipulate the ability to swallow the remaining shrapnel?
That was a special Seastone bullet, which was the nemesis of Devil Fruit ability users. Shouldn't it completely extinguish all resistance and struggle the moment it entered the opponent's body?
His entire arm was clearly pierced and blown up by the bullet!
"However, at least one of his shoulders was shot off!" Van Oka's mouth curled into a sneer, and the crosshair aimed at Yarlin's forehead from afar. He said faintly, "The next bullet will kill you!"
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