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"Little."

An Le called out in her heart.

"Master, I am here."

A small phantom appeared beside him.

She is now a slim young girl.

However, the color of the white dress on her body turned somewhat gray, and it was also stained with some obscure and indescribable colors.

Compared with before, it belongs to the kind of "I'm not clean anymore".

And the person who made the girl ripen quickly and soiled her dress was naturally An Le.

——Although this statement is a bit strange, it seems to be no problem?

After eating the statue of Mistmother and being fed some messy things one after another, Xiaoxiao became what he is now.

Naturally, her changes were not limited to her appearance.

[Defiled Abnormal Statue]

This name already says a lot.

The small breath and the degree of control over the mist have all undergone earth-shaking changes.

She is contaminated with the most original mist power from the Mist Mother, and this breath alone can scare most of the Mist Cultists out of their wits.

However, even so, Xiao Xiao's fear of An Le has not weakened in the slightest.

On the contrary, because of those few feeding experiences, it left an even more indelible shadow.

Her voice trembled, and she asked cautiously, "Master, what do you want me to do?"

"Release the fog with all your strength."

An Le gave this order with a smile.

Right now is a great time to display your small abilities.

Without hesitation, Xiao Xiao immediately followed suit.

The surging fog surged out like a tsunami, and immediately collided with the steam that looked similar but was completely different.

At this time, An Le suddenly understood where the strange feeling when meeting Ding Tianxiang for the first time came from.

picture! so similar!

In terms of appearance alone, no one would be able to distinguish the scalding steam from the mist.

They are also pure white in color, and are also composed of countless tiny water droplets in the form of mist.

It's hard not to think of a connection between the two.

It's almost as if... the steam was transformed from the mist?

An Le had no time to think about such trivial matters, and just shouted loudly: "Those who do not want to be enslaved by the three major companies, stand up!"

"Fight the enemy with me!"

When the small mist spread, the Misty Cultists were even more uproarious, getting rid of the shocking state just now.

Even this terrifying fog shocked them even more than Ding Tianxiang's arrival.

This level of pure white mist stimulates people's nerves, making them tremble, joyful, and even... fearful.

It comes from the great indescribable, the object of worship of all Misty Cultists—

Mist mother!

people's mood at this time.

It’s like an XX believer who repents to God all day long. If God really comes down to him one day when he sincerely repents, will his mood be mostly joyful and excited, or will he be panicked?

But as a result, the identity of the young man who was not affected by the ceremony and who in turn destroyed the "silk thread" that had already been constructed was completely confirmed.

He is a genuine Misty Cultist, and he is the kind with a very high status!

In the Misty Sect, the status has always been judged by the control of the mist.

This mist, which is close to the origin of the mist mother, is undoubtedly the best evidence.

Now, the subject, who was already shaken, became even more energetic, and tried hard to get rid of the distortion in thinking.

Those who have been "liberated" seem to have found their backbone and began to muster up the courage to fight the enemy.

The Misty Cultists don't value life and death that much, as long as they can die for the Misty, they are naturally willing to sacrifice their lives.

The host of the ceremony looked livid.

In his opinion, the identity of the other party is already clear—it is definitely an important figure of the Misty Sect, who sneaked into it secretly, just to expose their conspiracy, cause this incident, and provoke conflicts between the two.

All this is carefully planned!

Otherwise, how could he just happen to have the means to counteract the rituals, and how could he happen to be able to command the other mist believers present?

"Damn it!"

The host cursed viciously in his heart.

Because he knows that the situation has developed to the point where it is now.

Even if he was lucky enough to survive the accident, what awaits him at the end will be a severe punishment from above.

The situation has become irreversible.

Thinking of this, the host immediately mobilized all his strength and rushed towards Anle fiercely.

During the sprint, his body suddenly swelled, his muscles bulged, and his bones made a "crack" and "crack" sound. His whole body was more than twice as big as before. A casual kick would crush the floor of the arena.

It can be seen that its terrifying power and influence.

All the host can do is to reduce the inevitable punishment through his own actions as much as possible.

And Anle is undoubtedly his best goal.

It's just that this person obviously miscalculated the importance of the mist mother's breath to these believers, as well as the anger aroused by his previous deception.

Before the host sprinted, several Mist Cultists regarded him as a target and were ready to attack.

And when he tried to rush towards Anle, it made people determine the target of the fire.

It can be said to be full of hatred.

Several ferocious attacks with different auras but similarities crashed on the host's body, bursting out several balls of blood.

But relying on his strong physique, he ignored most of them and continued to charge.

Until, when he passed by a company employee he thought he could trust, an alienated mist palm directly passed through his chest, crushing that heart hard.

Even if the host's reaction was fast enough, he could even fly that person out with one punch at this moment.

The strength of this punch is enough to crush the opponent's heart and lungs.

The man turned his head and saw that the believer was indeed lying on the wall not far away, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, and he soon lost his breath.

But there was still a satisfied and proud smile on his face, and he stared at the man with a big hole in his chest with mocking eyes.

"puff!"

The host suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his vitality was rapidly draining.

Like the grains of sand falling from your fingertips, the more you want to hold it, the faster it will pass away.

The man's eyes were full of disbelief.

'How dare he lay hands on me? '

'Why is he still laughing? '

It wasn't until the last second before consciousness gradually disappeared that the host figured out the answer to this question.

The Mist Cultists have never been docile and obedient lambs, but a group of crazy, unconstrained by common sense... lunatics!

They are willing to pay any price for their beliefs.

It was just because of the long-term "domestication" that he mistakenly believed that it was their nature, and he forgot that they were naturally different from natives like himself who were born and bred in the abandoned city, and they were veritable crazy believers.

In the end, only a corpse with a big hole in its chest was left and fell slowly.

Just after the death of the host, Ding Tianxiang's figure was long overdue.

Apparently, the steam and words that came to this place before him were just part of the projection of his thoughts.

Just now, his body is still some distance away from here.

Until now, is the real arrival.

I saw a scene of chaos here, various attacks pouring in on each other, and casualties continued to occur.

Ding Tianxiang was a bit angry in his heart, and looked around with falcon-like eyes, trying to find the instigator of this chaos.

He naturally locked his eyes on the floor with the mysterious rituals.

The number of gray and white painful arms has been greatly reduced, leaving only one-fifth of the original number.

The remaining arms were still trembling slightly, and they hadn't recovered from the fear of the rest of their lives.

However, the objects they avoid and fear have already disappeared without anyone noticing.

Due to the obstruction of senses and inspiration by the pure white fog, coupled with the chaotic situation that has erupted, most people are overwhelmed.

——It can be said that this is an excellent environment for escaping from the scene.

the people present. No one noticed that the person who started the incident had left.

Even, because this special fog still exists, believers will not believe it at all.

Even Ding Tianxiang didn't expect it.

As far as the information that his subordinates delivered just now, as well as the images he felt through the steam, that person looked like he wanted to live and die with the mist believers and expose the conspiracy of the three major companies.

Unexpectedly, he escaped in the first place?

Ding Tianxiang keenly realized that there must be something wrong.

Would a true Misty Cultist do such a thing?

However, this fog that is close to the source cannot be faked.

Even though Ding Tianxiang had doubts in his heart, he couldn't guess the truth, he could only judge the other party as an extremely weird type of person.

After about an hour.

The energy company's No. 2 man was able to clean up the mess. Rather than saying it is "proper", it is better to say that the situation is not allowed to continue to deteriorate.

Because the bad effects have already been done and cannot be undone.

Even if Ding Tianxiang killed or arrested a considerable number of Misty Cultists who were freed from "shackles" through violent means.

However, there are still some Misty Cultists who took advantage of the chaos and fled.

Anyway, the number of people who arrived here in time was limited, and it was really difficult to control such a large number of believers who were not afraid of death and were not weak.

What worried Ding Tianxiang more than these fleeing believers was the hidden dangers of this incident.

One can imagine.

From today onwards, the Misty Sect is no longer such an easy-to-control force.

The believers who know the truth will hide and hibernate, waiting for the opportunity of revenge, and will also pass such news to the new outsiders, telling them not to participate in similar welcome ceremonies.

——Simply put, it’s not easy to lie.

And some believers who originally belonged to the three major companies may not be shaken by this, or they may be brainwashed by the ability of the Mist Sect, and thus become untrustworthy.

The problem may not be seen in a short period of time, but over time, many contradictions are bound to arise.

These days, because of his younger brother's death, Ding Tianxiang's investigation of the murderer has been fruitless.

A subordinate asked: "Mr. Ding, what should we do with these arrested Misty Cultists?"

"Kill them all."

Ding Tianxiang answered coldly, which made the hearts of others tremble.

"But there are so many people... and some of them are..."

The subordinates reminded him extremely carefully.

This one-size-fits-all approach will definitely cause a lot of dissatisfaction.

"Oh? Do you want to go down and accompany them?

A simple sentence, but full of icy killing intent.

"Boss Ding, I was wrong!"

The subordinate immediately fell to his knees, "I will do as you ordered."

If you continue to persuade him, I'm afraid even his life will be lost.

At Ding Tianxiang's level, he almost completely controls the life and death of his subordinates.

If you are not careful, you will end up with extremely miserable treatment.

but……

'The former President Ding was not like this. '

The men thought in their hearts.

In his impression, Ding Tianxiang has become more and more cruel, and he will kill people if he disagrees with him. This is a symptom that has only appeared in the past year.

Moreover, the appearance of that special steam power and his soaring strength were both events in the same period.

‘Could it be a side effect of his extraordinary ability, gradually changing his personality? "

He thought like walking on eggshells.

'Hope, this is only temporary...'

If it continues like this, it may turn into a worse situation.

Just when Ding Tianxiang was about to order the massacre of the Misty Cultists, a phone call came in suddenly.

Ding Tianxiang didn't take it seriously at first, but after seeing the mark displayed on the screen, his face froze for an instant, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead, which was completely different from the previous cold and stern look.

It was as if... seeing some kind of irresistible and terrifying existence.

It was the first time that the subordinates beside him saw him showing such an expression.

Out of a strong desire to survive, they all turned their heads away and backed away a few steps, pretending that they didn't see anything.

But at this time, Ding Tianxiang had no time to take care of such trivial matters, but with an obscure expression, he answered the phone silently.

"Don't do unnecessary things."

A stern voice with no emotion could be discerned.

Ding Tianxiang's mood fell to the bottom, and he naturally knew what the other party meant by the extra thing - killing and arresting the Misty Cultist, which was not allowed by the other party.

But the key is, how did "he" in the distance know?

Ding Tianxiang scanned the people around him uneasily, only feeling that everyone could be "his" minions, eyes and ears.

No one can really be trusted.

This feeling of suffocating exposure seems to be watched by countless pairs of eyes all the time.

For a whole year, Ding Tianxiang was shrouded in this shadow.

regret!

He regrets very much now, why did he accept the deal that was obviously from the devil a year ago.

It was because of that day's decision that he ended up in this fate.

However, Ding Tianxiang deeply understood - he has no turning back.

"Um?"

There was only a soft nasal voice with a questioning tone on the other end of the phone.

But the fear in Ding Tianxiang's heart continued to magnify, and he quickly responded: "I understand."

"I hope...you can really understand."

In the room on the other end of the phone, the man sighed faintly and looked out the window.

The translucent glass reflects the person's face.

His eyes are completely black.