boom!

The last punch is in place.

This is also a killer punch!

The strong black man who was punched in this instant flew out a few meters away, hitting the wall like a shell, landing on the ground like a puppet with broken lines.

After being hit, his face was completely deformed. After his nose was broken, he buried it in the center of his face, his face was covered with blood, his cheekbones were also broken, and his broken teeth and blood fell out of his mouth, and his eyeballs were also cracked in the eye sockets due to pressure.

Finally, the strong black man who was hit in the face twitched like a bug.

This attack did not explode his skull because the skull of this ghost was extremely hard, but Zhikuang Dongye's attack effectively destroyed the "curse core".

And at the moment when the other party's curse core was destroyed, a breath similar to black flames also floated over and merged into his body.

"...The body of a level D disaster ghost is much stronger than that of a inferior species, but for me now, it is not an invincible enemy."

He closed his eyes, and the scene of the "curse core" that smashed the black man-made ghost with one punch suddenly appeared in his mind again.

Recalling the battle just now, Zhikura Tomoya, who closed his eyes, remembered that in the duel with the misfortune, he flexibly used the skills of Iwaki Sonya's recent guidance. He felt that he had passed the actual test in this battle and improved the flaws in fighting skills.

Compared with the past, he now has no deliberate and traces of attack connection every time. He operates freely and harmoniously, and his offensive is becoming more and more effective.

"However, it's not about summing up these things now... There will be a ghost who invades the countermeasures of the Huojin. No matter what, you must find a way to notify others..."

Dingdong!

Zhicang Dongye originally decided to walk downstairs to the stairs on the left.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the elevator.

In an instant, the elevator door opened, and a group of men in black wearing masks, seven or eight, all wearing the same black special forces uniform and walked out with guns in their hands.

Zhikura Toshiya turned around. The outfits of the people were exactly the same as the two mischiefs who were knocked down by him. When he saw each other, the men in the mask also saw him.

The camps of both sides met at the same time. At this moment, Zhicang Dongye did not hesitate and launched an additional protection called [Fear Inspiration].

This protection is the protection of the spiritual system. The key point is that within a radius of 40 feet, that is, within a range of 40 meters, you can lock the target, but there is a prerequisite, that is, you must ensure that the other party is within the range of his own vision.

"launch!"

He also fired a "fearing light" at the seven or eight men wearing masks present. With a "buzz", a light gray light swept across the audience.

At this moment, all the eight people present had to make a check. In this moment, the sound of dice rolling sounded from the void, and everyone present could vaguely hear it.

As a result, in the next second, four of the eight people present were immune to fear inspiration on the spot, and three others were in a state of "war millet" and one of them fell into "panic".

"Dialo back."

Zhicang Dongye was not satisfied with this result, so he turned the time back to the previous second and once again came a wave of "fearing light".

The results of the second round of checks showed that five people were directly immune to it. One person was "trembling", one person was "panic", and another unlucky guy was "crazy".

"I won't talk about the first round yet, let me try again!"

Without hesitation at all, he reversed the time again and launched the third round of "Fear Inspiration". The result of this check emerged. No one on the field was immune. Four people were the turn to "shiver", and two others were the turn to "panic", and two others were the turn to "crazy".

"Not enough, try again!"

Zhikura Dongye launched the fourth and fifth times again, but it did not meet his expectations.

The sixth time, the six people who appeared in front of the elevator door fell into "trembling", and the other two were "panic" and the other was "crazy".

"Okay! This result is OK."

It was the sixth turn, and Zhicang Dongye did not continue to take turns, because the "Fear Spirit" seemed to only take turns ten times a day. Even if the time of use was reversed for one second, the number of times this round passed was still calculated.

Fortunately, this time, as soon as he started, six people present were captured by the "trembling" effect of fearful aura.

Suddenly, the six men standing in front were swept by the gray-white fear light, their eyes were slightly stunned, and their bodies were frozen.

The six of them looked at Chikura Hiroya with their eyes, and their eyes revealed some indescribable sense of panic.

After a moment, a chill suddenly surged from the bottom of my heart, and my feet seemed to stick to the ground and didn't dare to move.

The man who was in a "panic" round opened his mouth involuntarily, and cold sweat oozing from his forehead kept falling from his face. He couldn't speak, and only felt a bottomless fear in his consciousness.

Finally, he was the unlucky guy in the "crazy" round. As soon as he walked out of the elevator, his eyes were completely swallowed by a twist. Fear and madness were constantly poured into his head. He screamed, held his head desperately with his hands, and his eyes became red.

The crazy delirium illusion merged into the consciousness of the masked man. In his eyes, the skin of his companions around him began to melt, his face began to distort, and he turned into terrifying monsters one by one.

"You, you... go to die!"

Feeling unusual twists and fears, the masked man opened his mouth wide and burst into laughter under the stimulation of extreme fear.

He picked up his gun and fired at his companions around him. Fortunately, this guy's companions were not humans, but were all devils. The bullet attack was useless to them, but at the moment he was attacked, half of the people present woke up and got rid of the "fearing light" at the spiritual level.

The whole time should be only two or three seconds.

However, for Chikura Tomoya on the other side, he needed these two or three seconds.

Hiss!

The wings of Hei He spread their wings with all their strength, and a gust of death blew up in the void. Zhikuang Dongye rushed in a half-gliding manner, then took the distance closer, and sprayed countless shuttle-like scale blades around.

Many misfortunes who had no time to react were affected, and their bodies seemed to be hit by shotguns, and they were penetrated one after another, and their flesh and blood were sprayed out.

Zhikura Toshiya also took the opportunity to enter the enemy formation. The wings behind him, which were as sharp as a razor, cut open the ghost's neck, and his body turned around, and a backhand punch in his left hand smashed the opponent's chin.

He acted less like a human than a disaster ghost. He launched a violent raid, and with a burst of blood, whine and roar, he defeated the group of disaster ghosts.

"You are the traitors? Who sent you here? How many of you are?"

Zhicang Dongye only left one living mouth. He stuck the other person's neck with one hand and lifted the last living mouth up and hung it in the air.

"Hey, hey..."

The misfortune grinned: "Do you... want to know? Unfortunately, it's too late, so you'll just wait for death here."

boom!

A shocking roar and explosion came from the direction leading to the underground elevator, followed by a harsh sound of the alarm.

At the same time, a stereotyped electronic female voice rang.
Chapter completed!