Respiratory spasms in steel-reinforced bones.

Since entering the value game, he has narrowly escaped death several times, but he has never felt so desperate.

After several bloody battles, serious injuries, and the loss of countless lives, he thought he was also prepared for death.

I never imagined that death could be so painful and terrifying.

I am so attached to life.

"Instead of crying here, why not fight your way out!" 'Sword only for severing throats' pressed his back against hers.

Now, even these villains have reached a point where they have no choice but to turn their backs on others.

"It's impossible to fight our way out," Deadly Flame sighed. "Let's see if we can hold out until reinforcements arrive. You spineless cowards, be strong!"

'Ordinary Earthquake Passing By' actually laughed: "Even the Radiant Flame is starting to boost morale. I remember comforting my trash teammates for the sake of the promotion match... If I can go back this time, I will definitely find those bastards through the internet and kill them!"

He got off the 'psychiatrist's' back and collapsed onto the ground, his legs twisted and powerless like ropes.

“I’m buying you time,” he said, plunging his hands into the ground. “Run if you can.”

To everyone's surprise, the psychiatrist picked him up again, muttering and shouting, "Where's the support...where's the support!"

He's gone mad.

"Passing by during a typical earthquake" - should I cry or laugh?

"If I can go back, I will definitely play games more, drive courteously to pedestrians, and donate to the players' charity foundation... It seems I'm scared too."

With his steely frame, he turned around, raised his right hand, and blocked the enemy's fatal blow.

The armored, towering warrior wielding a giant axe pressed forward, roaring at the steel-boned face, spitting into the steel-boned warrior's eyes.

"Ah!" The steel-like body roared in anger.

The two were locked in a stalemate, and the steel-willed man heard a shrill whooshing sound behind him.

winter! winter!

The other two soldiers slashed at his shoulders with all their might.

Surrounded by three weapons, his steel-boned head seemed locked in a cage made of weapons.

With bloodshot eyes, the steel-bodied creature roared and turned its head, its neck slamming into a weapon, producing a metallic clanging sound.

All weapons were deflected.

He lowered his body, plowed the ground with his feet, and charged at the Iron Tower Warrior like a mad bull.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One stone pillar after another was knocked down.

The Iron Tower warrior's face was contorted in pain, and blood oozed from his clenched teeth.

"Die!" His right calf pressed tightly against his thigh and abdomen, his knee shattering the air, striking his steel-boned chest like a cannonball.

winter! winter! winter!

"Pfft!" The man with the steel frame spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seven or eight weapons struck him from behind, hitting the back of his head, neck, back, waist, and legs.

"I'm made of steel!" Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his teeth fell out. "Ah!"

!

With a thunderous roar, it burst forth, creating a near-tangible white sonic boom around its body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The stone pillar collapsed, and the billowing dust resembled a giant dragon.

"Ah!" The Iron Tower Warrior cried out in pain, his burly body as limp as a bean sprout.

Like a flag without wind, the steel frame, having exhausted all its strength, collapsed to the ground, and under the immense inertia, smashed and shattered five or six rock pillars.

The Iron Tower Warrior lay not far behind him, his head tilted at an odd angle, in a thick pool of blood.

"kill!"

The moment the steel frame was attacked, a deadly flame shrieked, the sound gradually turning into birdsong.

A perfectly intact right hand and a left hand with a broken section; arms outstretched, covered with dense, emerald-green feathers.

Then his whole body suddenly swelled up, his mouth stretched out sharply and curved like a sharp hook, and in an instant, he transformed into a strange bird with one leg and a wingspan of seven or eight meters.

Bifang!

Bifang flapped its wings, a fierce wind lashed the ground, and it soared into the sky.

"Don't even think about running!" Ten soldiers rushed forward.

"Run?" Bi Fang's face was contorted in a ferocious and twisted manner, his eyes bulging out as if he were a vengeful ghost.

It raised its neck and cried out, a circle of green light blooming around its body. Then it lowered its face, opened its beak, and let deadly flames converge.

"boom!"

When the flames left the Bifang bird's beak, they were still small and thin, but by the time they reached the ten warriors, they had become a vast sea of ​​fire.

He was having trouble breathing, his armor was burning hot, and his flesh felt like it was about to be cooked.

The ten people, supported by the earth-colored light, rushed out of the sea of ​​fire and engaged in close combat with the Bifang bird.

A bird carrying ten people weaved through the air, sometimes swooping down close to the ground, surrounded by sharp sword energy that seemed to say, "The sword is only meant to seal the throat."

The raging flames spewed from Bifang's mouth poured onto the path of the 'steel-boned' warriors who were charging against the iron tower, engulfing a bunch of figures.

Despite being surrounded by ten people, Bifang was still struck by the weapon wrapped in an earthy yellow light, letting out a painful wail. Its whole body emitted green light, its feathers flew, and it crashed down like a meteorite, raising a cloud of dust dozens of meters high.

Ten people landed, and one of them blew a breath to clear away the smoke and dust. The deadly flames transformed back into human form, lying in a pile of rubble, with all the bones in their body broken.

The dozens of people who were besieging "Steel Bones" and "Deadly Flames" turned to look at "Sword Only for Throat" and "Psychiatrist" who were cooperating and struggling together.

They attacked simultaneously, and with a single blow, paralyzed both of them.

During a typical earthquake, the person passing by would be thrown into the air, bouncing and tumbling on the ground like a noodle.

“I really want to kill them!” a female soldier cursed.

"Don't be impulsive. Keeping them alive is useful; they can provide intelligence on other Earth players," another soldier said.

"They've massacred three cities, seven towns, and twelve villages. They won't get away with this!"

These soldiers wished they could crush the four "steel-boned" men into mincemeat.

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