Heiyu immediately grabbed Alqi, flapped his wings wildly, and chased after him.
The workers pointed at the sword and shouted excitedly.
"That's it! That's it! Immortal!"
"What's that following behind? A big black bird?"
"Does it have any wisdom? It's definitely a spiritual pet!"
…
High in the fog, Fang Ming lightly tapped the tip of his sword and pounced on the madly fleeing mutated giant sparrow.
The sparrow was huge, and exuded a terrifying aura like that of a wild beast, but it was always covered in white mist, which was very strange.
Fang Ming sensed something was wrong, and invisible glasses appeared on his face.
[Current scale: 4]
[Target: White Ghost]
[Level 2: Mist Shapeshifter]
…
It turns out that you are the half-human, half-ghost things! You are always thinking about doing harm to me!
Fang Ming didn't think about anything else. He summoned the stranger, adjusted the angle while flying at high speed, and threw it out with all his strength!
The thirty-jin long-handled spear stabbed out like a black sharp arrow and instantly pierced into the body of the mutant sparrow.
"twitter!"
The sparrow screamed and turned into an invisible white mist, trying to escape into the fog.
But the power of shadow attached to the stranger was madly corroding the white mist, causing its body to sluggish for a while.
The next moment, a shadow came at lightning speed and pierced into the body of the man in white mist.
After the shadow and the white mist entangled for a while, the white mist dispersed and slowly gathered not far away.
“Damn it!”
The man in white mist looked at the shadow that was chasing him relentlessly. The white mist on his body kept dissipating, and it was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy.
A man's figure emerged from the shadows, standing tall on the spirit sword, confronting the man in white mist from a distance.
"Humph, I never thought there would be someone like you among the natives. I guess you are the last power in your world."
Fang Ming listened to this idiot start his last words and silently opened his portable space.
"So what if I can't beat you? Your world is doomed to perish, and I have the protection of the mist. You can't kill me, hahaha."
The laughter of the foggy people echoed in the sky. After a while, it realized belatedly that
"No, the natives don't understand what I'm saying, why bother talking to them!"
Thinking of this, it felt a little embarrassed and was about to turn into mist and dissipate.
At that moment, the native turned into a shadow and rushed out again. The White Mist Man regretted that he did not understand the native's language, otherwise he would have mocked his futile struggle.
As long as I don't disperse the fog, how can you...
When the shadows and mist were entangled again, a hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows, holding a bottle of dark red potion, and gently crushed it.
Snap!
The potion seeped into the mist, and the White Mist Man felt something was wrong. The ancient curse on his body reappeared after a long absence...
“Ahhhhhh!”
Intense pain filled every inch of skin and every nerve. He wished he could use his blood to cut open his flesh and blood and dig out the cursed purple lines!
What scared it even more was that the mist on its body gradually dissipated, revealing its pale, ugly, and disgusting body!
"No! Don't! Misty... don't leave me!"
“Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!”
Fang Ming stood on the flying sword, twisted the white ghost's neck with one hand, and admired its struggle and screams as it suddenly moved forward.
Slowly tightening the grip on his hand, Fang Ming whispered in its most intimate mother tongue, looking at its horrified eyes.
"Ask me a few questions and I can send you straight on your way."
…
Not far away, Hei Yu was hanging next to Archie and watching, and it seemed that the young man's mind was a little disturbed.
“I miss my mother.”
A faint light flickered on Archie's dark blue mask, and an electronic voice came out, "This is the art of slaughter."
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