Fang Ming felt the terrifying aura emanating from the sleeper, which occasionally rose or fell, and he always had at least the strength of the third level.
If I were to compete with it, it would be a bit difficult.
Since he just wants to snatch the toy car from its hand, all he needs to do is distract it.
Shadows spread from his body, completely covering the battlefield. More dark and strange shadows crawled out from the ruins, and the silent shadow army pounced on the sleeper one after another.
Fang Ming disappeared into the invisible shadow cloak behind him and in the blink of an eye he turned into a shadow and swept into the center of the battlefield.
While it was distracted by the annoying fly-like shadows of all things, he passed behind it, passed over the back of its arm, and slipped into the jeep.
The back half of the car had been completely torn apart by violence, with only the front seat barely surviving. Lin Ruolan's face was pale as he held his secretary, unconscious due to the violent shaking.
Suddenly she opened her eyes wide and looked at Fang Ming who suddenly appeared, her eyes full of disbelief.
Fang Ming put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Minister Lin, how come you are so embarrassed after not seeing you for a day?"
Lin Ruolan listened to his steady voice, and her restless heart finally sank. She weakly hit his chest with her head and leaned against it. The sound was like a thin thread.
"Fang Ming, I feel very dizzy, take me away..."
Fang Ming looked at the beauty in his arms with some surprise. This was not what she would say when she was young. It sounded too dependent.
At this time, the sleeper finally sensed a breath of air, and a majestic voice was filled with anger.
"Blasphemer! How dare you come to my door!"
The giant hand twisted the jeep into pieces. A shadow escaped at the last moment and rushed towards the safe zone. The shadow army underground rushed over like crazy, trying to stop the sleeper.
"How dare you!"
The sleeper uttered a curse, and countless huge cracks spread across the earth. Stone pillars reaching into the sky rose from the ground, and countless dark auras surged up from deep underground. Each dark aura felt a strange and uneasy force, blocking Fang Ming's retreat.
Fang Ming stopped in the air, hugged a beauty with one hand, and glanced up at the huge giant who had arrived. His huge face was majestic and solemn, like a huge statue of a queen.
Its huge and burly giant body was covered with mud armor, which looked extremely solid, with almost no room for breakthrough.
At this critical moment, scenes from the underground altar that day flashed through Fang Ming’s mind.
The blue-gray hill, the dark red altar, the wrinkled lines, and his gesture of breaking the altar with a wave of his hand...
A certain conjecture can be confirmed at this time.
The shadow cloak behind Fang Ming exuded shadow power as sticky as a quagmire, and gradually formed a huge shadow colossus that condensed behind him, and suddenly threw a punch containing shadow power at the sleeper!
The force of flesh and blood deformation and multiplication made the huge shadow arm swell again, and finally it was able to match the huge size of the sleeper. The mountain-like shadow fist smashed down at it.
The sleeper showed disdain on his face and slowly raised his hand...
Fang Ming stared at the sleeper's female armor made of clay, and silently said in his heart, "Shadow of the Rift House..."
[Shadow of the Broken House: Your attack will leave a shadow mark on the target's wound, corroding the enemy's wound...]
Suddenly, the sleeper paused and reached out to cover her armor. The sudden piercing pain made her snort coldly.
The giant shadow fist that caught him off guard had already smashed into his armor, and combined with the wounds on his body, the huge sleeper finally staggered back a few steps and knelt on the ground.
“Hmph…Hmph!”
The majestic sleeper let out a strange snort, then turned to an angry look and looked at Fang Ming who took the opportunity to escape, his roar resounding through the world.
Fang Ming held the two people in his arms and started running for his life, recalling the strange reaction of the big guy in his mind.
"You're not going to feel good about punching it, are you? Forget it, escaping is more important."
Deep in the safe zone, after the ravages of the Mist People and the Sleepers, the place had turned into a ruin in just half a day.
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