Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

The clear sky dimmed for a moment after the long chanting of the mantra.

All the creatures with photoreceptor organs in Mu City sensed this unusual change.

The sun, which was originally high in the sky, lost its original brightness and dimmed, like a lantern hanging in the sky, emitting a faint light.

The only source of light between heaven and earth seemed to be a ring of light held by the red-robed old man in red robe and bare on top of his head beside the humanoid black disaster beast.

The figure of the black calamity beast became more and more strange in the dim space, and seemed to be completely integrated into the dim space, and the empty and godless eye sockets reflected the dazzling light of the light wheel, faintly flickering, and the light and death were uncertain like a nightmare.

Although the size of the ring of light was not enough to be used as a ring compared to the hundred-meter-tall calamity beast, the light wheel that robbed all the light in the heavens and the earth obviously could not measure its power by its size.

Gou Yao in the sky above the stadium, the flowers and faces of the people who were being transferred, Ji Bai and Liu Quan, who were evacuating the people, and the old man Lin who was running towards the stadium, seemed to stand still at this moment, and looked at the only light source in the sky and the earth.

The mages in the battle, and the wreckless hordes of demonic beasts also stopped their movements, attracted by this dazzling light source.

Even Wen Fan, who was pondering how to enter the shelter, flew into the sky at this time, staring blankly at Zuo Huaibi, the size of a sesame seed in his field of vision, who was holding the light wheel and throwing it at the hundred-meter-high calamity beast.

The light wheel doesn't move slowly, but when the background in the field of vision turns to darkness, every inch of the light wheel seems to leave an afterimage in the dim space.

This visual effect, which allows you to see the trajectory of each frame of the light wheel, gives everyone the illusion that it is moving slowly.

Watching the afterimages appear and disappear one after another, as if they had waited for hours, and as if it was just the blink of an eye, the light wheel finally touched the chest of the hundred-meter-tall demonic beast with unmistakable accuracy.

However, the size contrast is too great, like a glowing LED bulb slowly hitting a dark figure in the dark, and there is no Ultraman fighting monster-like energy surge, only to make people feel a little unsatisfactory.

After the two came into contact, there was no reaction, and the light wheel was like a feather that sank into a secluded pool, and it did not stir up half a wave.

Everyone's hearts were tight, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was Zuo Huaibi's strongest killing move, if even this spell couldn't cause damage to the disaster beast, then no one really knew what to do with it.

However, in less than a breath, the black fur chest of the plague beast seeped through the strands of hair, and through the strands of hair, it seeped out like wheat-like thorns.

As the number of light thorns gradually increased, the brightness gradually increased, and the light thorns evolved into light.

The body of the plague beast centered on its chest, spreading rapidly in all directions, and in an instant, all corners of the entire body of the plague beast were like cracked eggs, revealing a dazzling light.

In this case, the beast will soon have a big explosion from the inside out, and then the entire body will be torn apart.

In this way, the pressure brought by the calamity beast to everyone will no longer exist, and the crisis in Mucheng will be solved.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

In the eyes of everyone full of hope, the cracks that appeared on the body of the disaster beast quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the light that seeped out of the cracks on its body disappeared as if it had never appeared before.

The sky was clear again, and the sun was scattered across the earth.

The disaster beast is still the disaster beast, and Zuo Huaibi is still beside the disaster beast like an inconspicuous sesame seed.

For a time, the whole city was silent.

Zuo Huaibi reacted the fastest, and if he couldn't make one move, he would make another move.

"Secret Technique: Great Daylight...

!!!!

Before the chanting of the mantra was finished, a low roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth came out of the

mouth of the plague beast.

The black-haired face couldn't tell where the mouth was, but it was such a strange creature, and the roar it emitted was more shocking than the roar of all the monsters.

The sound was not a harsh noise, but more like the low roar of a ship's whistle.

The roar was short, but it lingered between heaven and earth, without any conditions to create an echo, but it seemed to reverberate endlessly in an empty canyon.

Almost everyone who hears this roar has their brains left blank for a long time.

At this moment, everyone lost consciousness, forgot to blink, forgot to breathe, forgot about the heartbeat, and even forgot that they were still alive.

Zuo Huaibi, who was closest, was even more deeply affected, maintaining the posture of holding up the "big sun wheel", but he couldn't say a word, and opened his mouth to vent something, but as soon as he opened it, a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth.

This is followed by eyes, nostrils, ears.

In the end, blood flowed out of the seven orifices at the same time, gurgling non-stop.

Zuo Huaibi didn't have the strength to pant for breath, and there was a "click" sound in his throat.

The pores of the body also oozed drops of blood, which gathered into bundles under the action of gravity, flowing on the body like a river.

The originally bright red robe was even more bright red at the moment, and the blood flowing down the body soon slipped down the sky, like a rain of blood.

And in Zuo Huaibi's field of vision, the whole world was red, and he couldn't see the disaster beast or the sky clearly.

His consciousness began to become trance-like, and at the last moment before his consciousness vanished, he faintly felt the disaster beast raise its huge black hairy palm and slap it down on him like a falling planet.

If this palm is slapped, it will be difficult for Zuo Huaibi, who has no defensive measures, to keep a whole corpse.

On top of a tall building in Mucheng, another figure with long hair and red hair quietly watched this scene in the distance with an expressionless face.

"Huaibi, it's not in vain that we got acquainted, and it is better for you to die in the hands of Warcraft than in the hands of old friends.

With this in mind, Fang Shu shook his head, as if he couldn't bear to see this scene, and turned around to leave.

However, just a second before he looked away, a line seemed to appear between heaven and earth.

That's right, it's a line, one end is connected to the stadium, and the other end is connected to Zuo Huaibi next to the disaster beast.

"Huh?"

Fang Shu was extremely confused, in his field of vision, all the targets were incomparably small, even a hundred-meter-tall calamity beast was only the size of a palm in his field of vision, not to mention Zuo Huaibi, who was the size of a sesame seed.

Even as a red-robed mage, he could only tell by color that the person next to the Warcraft was Zuo Huaibi in a red robe.

So what's going on with this thread?

I saw that this thread that suddenly appeared quickly shortened the moment it touched Zuo Huaibi, began to shrink from the other end of the stadium, and disappeared into Zuo Huaibi's body.

And after the line disappeared, Zuo Huaibi, who was unconscious in the sky and was about to fall, finally met the overwhelming slap of the disaster beast.

Without even making a sound, the plague beast waved its arms like a mosquito away, and then regained its composure.

Fang Shu raised his delicate eyebrows, and he couldn't figure it out.

Although I was very confused, everything was as I expected.

"What kind of calamity will the roar of the beast of death bring? Pulling

at his long hair, Fang Shu stopped thinking and turned to leave in the other direction.

"Then, it's time for us to harvest. On

the empty rooftop, Fang Shu left a fluttering word, and then his figure melted into the shadows like a liquid, disappearing, as if it had never appeared.