In the diffuse smoke and dust, Fang slowly walked forward. He was walking towards the center of the square, which had been shattered into pieces in the previous battle. There was only a deep pit where the wanderer fell.

The rising dust obscured everyone's view.

Fang passed by Aitila, the young man. The scholar looked at him with a little fear and stepped aside slightly. His current appearance was a bit scary. The clothes on his upper body were completely shattered, and his exposed skin was covered with a layer of

A layer of black scales glittering in the night.

His hands were completely in the shape of a reptile, and the five slightly spread fingers were five slender and sharp claws. Thick scales grew all the way up his neck, covering less than half of his cheeks, and further up, there were a pair of pale golden eyes.

.The long and narrow pupils inside seemed to be curled up with a ball of golden sparks.

"Ed..." Attila raised her head from the ground with difficulty, looking at him with deep worry in her emerald green eyes.

Fang glanced at Miss Elf and replied in a hoarse and low voice: "I'm fine...Miss Attila..."

He didn't dare to speak more, and then passed by the two of them in silence. Because he was afraid that if he said a few more words, he would be unable to suppress the desire to kill in his heart. He had obviously stopped the wanderer, but the anger deep in his heart

Not only was the fire not suppressed.

On the contrary, it became more vigorous and uplifting.

He took a gentle breath, but there was always a kind of depression deep in his heart that had not yet calmed down, and had not yet been completely vented. Fang unconsciously clenched his fists, and his joints made a "clucking" sound, and dark thoughts dominated him, letting him

He walked step by step under the pit.

But a soft voice called him from behind:

"Mr. Ed."

Fang turned around.

The girl was sitting on her knees on the ground, her pale body almost transparent, her face still stained with tears, she raised her head and looked at him, her eyebrows filled with worry.

Fang showed his white fangs and smiled gently at her. Then the young man quickly turned around and closed his eyes. There was a beating under his eyelids. He clenched his fists tightly and waited for a while before opening them again.

Opening his eyes, a trace of black light flashed in the golden pupils.

He didn't dare to look back and hurriedly continued walking down.

Deep in the pit, the wanderer was shaking his head and climbing up from below.

A trace of surprise flashed in Fang's eyes. His two attacks alone would never have injured the opponent like this. In front of him, 'Count Xilin Spica' seemed to be bearing a huge burden. He supported it with his hands.

On the ground, I struggled several times and fell back down again.

Fang looked at the other party unexpectedly, and the dark thoughts in his heart made him full of ridicule at the moment. Although he didn't know why the other party became like this, he still would not let go of this opportunity. He walked over step by step, claws

Stepping on the ground, the sand and gravel rolled down with a soft sound.

Some stone bullets jumped in front of the wanderer and landed on his hand. He then raised his head and looked at Fang. A trace of unwillingness flashed in the other person's eyes, and he replied coldly: "If it weren't for Yosude and Karatuna

The trap left by two guys..."

Fang had long expected that he could achieve the full effect with one blow, and it was not entirely due to his own merit. Although he did not know what arrangements Yosude and Karatu had here, there was no doubt that the crucial blow that made him successful at the last moment

The attack had an effect.

Although he didn't know how the two dragon-slaying heroes anticipated today's scene. But when he saw the other party like this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure.

Those who call themselves hunters will eventually become the prey of others one day.

The mastermind who planned everything behind the scenes ended up falling under the plans of others.

Fang sneered: "It seems that you are not omniscient and omnipotent. Failure again and again is what you call eternity? Have you ever thought about why you fell into this situation? The reason is very simple. Unjust acts can only be

It’s a temporary gain.”

"justice?"

Even in this situation, the wanderer sneered.

"Look at yourself, you killed me, but you have become the most annoying person you have ever been. The cycle of hatred will never end," the wanderer's pale and thin cheeks seemed to have a few deep lines.

Deep shadow, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Is it worth it?"

"I am not from this world."

After hearing these words, the wanderer did not answer for a long time. He was silent, as if he was savoring the meaning of failure, and as if he was chewing on the subtleties in this answer.

It wasn't until a while later that the wanderer looked at his face again. Count Xilin Spica's light blue eyes turned gray at this moment, as if covered with a layer of haze. His thin lips slightly raised

Qiao, squeezed out an expression that couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing:

"In that case, let me tell you a secret..."

Fang looked at this man in surprise.

But the wanderer didn't intend to ask for his opinion, and said in a low voice:

"You will never escape this nightmare."

"The other world is not your safe haven. Eternity, do you understand its weight?"

Fang was furious.

He picked up the opponent's collar without asking why. The overwhelming anger in his heart could not be suppressed at last. The wanderer's gray pupils were looking at him with a hint of calmness: "Defeat me [ . ]

If it weren’t for you, you wouldn’t be so lucky next time.”

This sentence completely angered Fang, causing him to punch down with his raised fist.

The immense power of the dragon transformation penetrated the Wanderer's body with almost no hindrance, passed through his chest, and turned his heart into powder. But with one punch, a big hole opened in the Wanderer's chest, but

Not a trace of blood flowed out of the body, and Fang Zhiruo penetrated a ball of purple flames.

Purple flames burst out.

But this only made Fang even more angry.

While punching the homeless man's body with his right hand, he punched out with his left hand again, punching through half of the homeless man's body. The left half of his body almost completely disappeared, turning into wisps of purple flames and falling to the ground.

But the wanderer didn't seem to feel any pain. He just lowered his head and quietly watched this scene happen.

Fang punched again, and the remaining power was transferred to the square, almost causing the place where the two of them were to collapse with a bang. He punched again, and the last punch hit the ground with a loud sound.

Amidst the roars one after another, the square was filled with smoke and dust, sinking layer by layer.

In the end, Fang actually punched through the floor, causing the two of them to fall into a tunnel below. Sand and stone rolled down all around, and the yellow sand surged in like a rushing waterfall. But Fang didn't seem to notice.

Shining with a dark light, it punched the homeless man one after another.

The latter had long since lost its shape, and even the last flame completely dissipated under his fist, turning into dots of purple light and flying in all directions.

Those scattered flames quickly gathered together again, seeming to return to their wandering appearance.

But Fang still couldn't get over his anger, and punched him again and again where he was originally.

It seemed that every punch he punched was filled with endless anger, coming from himself, Dolifen, and every victim in that disaster, Misu, Shisi, Dict, and Attila's brother.

, Ms. Kuisu’s son, Eve, and even the mother of Eve, the girl under the Spear Castle.

Fang punched him one after another. Each time the Wanderer's flames gathered together and were scattered by him, finally a low curse sound came from the flames.

Finally, it turned into little sparks and seeped into the ground.

But Fang still waved his fist as if possessed.

It wasn't until a huge claw stretched out from behind him and grabbed his hand. Fang tried hard but couldn't free his hand. Only then did he look back gloomily and realized that the person holding his hand was actually that person.

The huge undead creature, the Bone Dragon, has been watching from the sidelines.

Fang's mind was in chaos, and without thinking, he punched him with his backhand.

But the curse of the Dragon King had already overstretched his strength. He swung a punch, but the Bone Dragon raised his claws and blocked it gently. He stepped back, and his heart was full of anger, as if there was a voice.

Inspiring him to destroy all enemies standing in front of him.

But just before he completely sank into darkness, it seemed like a shining light slowly rose in front of him.

He saw a bright green light flashing out in the darkness.

And the light suddenly spread out in all directions, turning into a vast ocean, with dots of light shining in front of him.

At that moment, he finally heard Tata's voice: "Wake up, Mr. Knight."

That calm voice, so familiar and calm, made him suddenly come back to his senses, and the darkness in his eyes disappeared. Only then did Fang shudder, and he raised his head in confusion, as if he still didn't understand what had happened.

In his eyes, he happened to see a stumbling white figure running towards him.

That's Eve

The girl suddenly knelt down not far from him, crying and pleading: "Mr. Ed, stop, he has already left..."

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Fang's hand. Unfortunately, the girl's hand just passed through Fang's hand like smoke. When Fang saw this scene, he seemed to remember something.

The boy became quiet.

That was a fleeting memory fragment in that dark underground...

He looked blankly at the girl in front of him. Then he looked not far away. Two strangers appeared in his field of vision. No, it should be said that it was a stranger. Because the other one was wrapped in a tattered robe.

He had seen the lich once in the underground of Elmaor Castle.

Two people were holding staffs, one on the left and one on the right, walking towards him. Especially the middle-aged man with black hair, who was looking at him with a little curiosity in his eyes.
To be continued...