Everyone was attracted by this sudden roar filled with anger and power.
Their eyes were all directed at Nash, filled with astonishment and shock.
At this moment, Nash was like a completely enraged giant beast, having lost all reason and restraint.
The veins on his forehead and neck bulged out, like twisted earthworms wriggling wildly under the skin, and the protruding blue veins seemed like they would break through the constraints of the skin at any time.
Because he roared too loudly, his entire face turned red and bloodshot. His flushed face looked particularly hideous under the light, and he looked like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, which was chilling.
When the Jabberwocks saw Nash in such a state, they all showed worry in their eyes.
In their memory, Nash was unprecedentedly crazy and out of control.
They know very well that when a person is blinded by anger, he often does extraordinary things, which may bring unpredictable consequences to the entire team.
But precisely because of this, deep within their worried eyes, there was a hint of barely perceptible fear.
As the old saying goes, a wounded beast is the most terrible.
Nash now undoubtedly gives them the feeling of being on the edge of an abyss, as if the person standing in front of them is not a teammate fighting side by side, but a time bomb that may explode at any time, dangerous and unpredictable.
When the members of the Dream Team saw Nash's appearance at this moment, they all frowned.
They felt a strong sense of malice from Nash. That breath was like a cold wind that penetrated their clothes and reached their skin, making them involuntarily get goose bumps all over their bodies. They always felt a little uncomfortable, as if they were being stared at by an invisible devil's eye, which was creepy.
However, Nash didn't seem to care about other people's reactions. He seemed to want to roar out the last bit of anger in his heart, and gradually calmed down after the roar.
But when he raised his head again and looked at the members of the Dream Team, everyone on the Dream Team couldn't help but gasp.
Nash at this time is completely different from before.
Although his appearance remained the same, his eyes were as red as burning flames, and his pupils were like two deep and terrifying blood whirlpools, as if they were the endless abyss leading to hell. As long as one was looked at by his eyes full of evil and tyranny, one would feel as if the soul was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and instantly be pulled into the dark and terrifying eighteen levels of hell, with no chance of recovery.
The aura emanating from his body also became extremely violent, as if the air around him was ignited by his anger, becoming hot and distorted.
He was like an out-of-control killing machine, ready to attack and injure people at any time. The dangerous aura shrouded the entire stadium like a haze, making everyone terrified.
Nash completely ignored the vigilant looks of the Dream Team members, as if they didn't exist at all.
Like a puppet driven by dark forces, he walked to his own basket on his own, and then spoke to the Jabberwock people in a cold and hoarse voice.
"Pass the ball to me."
The voice seemed like the whisper of a demon coming from the depths of hell. It had a hoarse texture that could tear the soul apart. It sounded like a demon gnawing at flesh and blood, making one's scalp tingle and an uncontrollable fear surge in one's heart, as if all the blood in one's body had solidified at this moment.
Gulp...
When the Jabberwocks heard Nash's voice, they all swallowed involuntarily.
Nick walked to the baseline obediently, not daring to have any thought of disobeying Nash's wishes.
After all, Nash is the captain of Jabberwock, and his authority is like the sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's head, which no one dares to touch easily.
At this moment, with Nash in such a terrifying state, he didn't even have the courage to resist.
There was no such thing before, and there is even less so now.
He felt that Nash was now countless times more terrifying than ever before.
Whoosh…
Snap...
The basketball fell accurately into Nash's hands.
Nash held the ball firmly with both hands and squatted slightly, like a wild beast about to pounce on its prey, his muscles tensed, full of strength and explosive power.
The moment he raised his head, with his bloodshot eyes as a backdrop, the entire Jabberwock half seemed to have changed.
Buzz...
A chilling aura that seemed to come from the Netherworld quietly spread throughout the Jabberwock's half like a ghost.
This breath seemed to be formed by the resentment of countless resentful souls, carrying with it a biting cold and the decay of death. Wherever it went, it seemed as if even time was frozen.
The rest of the Jabberwock crew bore the brunt of the attack.
They only felt as if a pair of invisible big hands were tightly strangling their throats in an instant. Breathing became extremely difficult at this moment, and even their respiratory tracts seemed to be instantly blocked by some evil force. Their bodies trembled slightly involuntarily, and their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.
In the eyes of the Dream Team, Nash at this moment was like a demon possessed by dark forces, with wisps of gray-black aura emanating continuously from his body.
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