Chapter 727 Ash Man
"A cat hanging up?" Whitebeard was still not afraid. He even quickened his pace and continued to move forward.
But when he came to the next street light, he unconsciously slowed down his pace.
When he reached this distance, he could finally see clearly the huge cat with strange movements in front of him.
It's not actually a cat, but the complete fur of a cat.
This piece of fur was draped over a dark grey figure.
The furry limbs just fell to the ground.
It was only because the shadow below was also black that Whitebeard did not notice his presence when he was far away.
"Who?"
Whitebeard continued to move forward, but his steps became much more cautious.
He carefully used his mental power to probe the black figure covered in cat skin opposite him.
The latter was extremely sensitive and turned his head sharply the moment Whitebeard's mental power made contact.
His face was hidden under the flat cat face, with only a chin vaguely visible.
His chin was also black, as if a man had lived in coal dust for a year.
"Is it a human? No, is it a vengeful spirit?" Although Whitebeard did not retreat, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.
When his mental power swept over just now, the first feedback he got was that the other person was a person.
But his eyes told him that the guy in cat skin opposite him could not be a human.
Should we trust the feedback from our mental power or our eyes? Unfortunately, in the wizarding world, neither of these two things is always reliable.
The streetlights overhead flickered again.
When the flickering stopped, the world before my eyes became even darker.
Whitebeard suddenly felt a little cold, as if countless mouths were blowing air at him.
As he thought about this, he saw his beard swaying slightly out of the corner of his eye.
His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and he tried to calm himself down.
"My spirit has obviously been affected and I am so nervous that I am not myself now."
The cat-skinned man, irritated by the white beard, still turned his head to look at him, and the angle of his head had already exceeded what an ordinary person's neck could bear.
Whitebeard should have attacked this strange humanoid, but the magic power in his body just couldn't function. It was as if his brain was still rational, but his body and spirit were on strike.
He looked up at the crescent moon above the street lamp, as if trying to temporarily divert his attention away from the cat-skin man so that he could stabilize his spirit.
However, when he saw the moon in the sky, the fear in his heart became stronger.
The crescent moon seemed to have become thinner at some point.
And... the arc is a bit strange.
The curve of the crescent moon is somewhat flat, not like a moon, but more like a smiling eye.
"There's something wrong with the moon, too. Could it be that this illusion has two sources?"
"It's not impossible." Whitebeard said what he was thinking directly, as if this could release some of his fear. "Huh... As expected of Baidong Academy, even though it's already deserted, it can create such a large illusion. Well, in this situation, there may be more than two sources of the illusion."
The moon was above his head, but not yet reachable. Whitebeard forced himself to look at the cat-skinned man opposite him again.
"This illusion will release an aura of fear, making people feel uncontrollably afraid." He grabbed his beard, and the stinging sensation made him a little more sober, but the trembling from the bottom of his heart soon affected his brain again.
"We can't escape," Whitebeard raised his foot and continued to move forward, "The more we escape, the more afraid we will be. Only by understanding the unknown can we defeat the unknown."
Although he walked slowly, he did not stop this time.
Until he came to the cat-skin man.
The black shadow on the opposite side did not move, but just gradually raised his head as Whitebeard approached, and just looked at him quietly.
"The danger that has not yet occurred is the most terrifying." Whitebeard seemed to have regained his courage little by little.
He suddenly attacked, and the hair on the back of his hand suddenly grew longer, wrapping around his original arm and forming a spiral cone at the fingertips.
A human hand instantly turned into a huge claw.
Whitebeard's arms swept across like the wind, and his sharp claws directly grabbed the cat-skin man's fur, trying to tear off this "inferior" camouflage skin.
However, when he grabbed the cat skin, the black figure underground was also caught up.
The cat skin seemed to be stuck to the human figure! "Meow!!!"
Whitebeard's actions finally made the quiet cat-skin man angry. He waved his arms and made a sharp cat cry.
The movement, the sound, was like a truly irritated cat.
As the cat meowed, the street lights above my head became dimmer.
It's almost like extinction.
Whitebeard's heart was trembling, but he didn't dare to stop. His other hand, which was wrapped into sharp claws, fiercely reached out to the black shadow under the cat's skin.
The black claws felt a little resistance, but still pierced into the opponent's body.
When he clenched his five fingers tightly again, Whitebeard heard a slight "bang".
The feeling in my hand was like scratching a sandbag.
The scene before him further confirmed Whitebeard's guess.
The cat-skinned man, whose chest and abdomen were almost hollowed out by his grab, trembled violently and then hung his head weakly.
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It was as if he had really been killed.
But soon, the black figure deflated like a hollowed-out sandbag.
In the end, even the human skin turned into black powder, leaving only a human-sized cat skin, which was still held in Whitebeard's hand.
"Hmph! A trick to deceive the eyes and bewitch the mind." Having successfully killed the cat-skin man, Whitebeard felt much more comfortable in his heart, and even had a sense of exhaustion as if he had just escaped from fear.
The street lights grew dimmer.
"There's something wrong with this street lamp. Is this the source of the mind-control magic that scares me?"
Whitebeard raised his head, but the street light above his head did not undergo any strange changes like the moon, as if the street light was simply getting dimmer.
When he was about to look away and continue walking forward, his movements suddenly froze.
Next to the street lights, or rather, the places other than the street lights, were densely packed with black and gray figures.
These dark grey figures had no facial features and appeared to be taller than the street lamps.
They just bent over, standing outside the extremely dim cone-shaped light formed by the lights, staring at Whitebeard quietly.
Just like that cat-skin man.
"Ah!!!" Whitebeard only stared at these eyeless figures for a second, and immediately felt a splitting headache, as heavy as if twenty lead blocks were stuffed into his head. He squatted down with his head in his hands.
The cat skin that was originally in his hand fell limply to the ground.
Along with the headache, there was also a strong feeling of fear.
Even though Whitebeard lowered his head and closed his eyes, he could still feel countless eyes falling on him.
He was breathing heavily.
Fear was like an ant, crawling through the pores of his skin and into his flesh.
“Hehehe…” At such a difficult moment, Whitebeard actually laughed out loud, “As expected of you… the Inverted Tree. If you were allowed to evolve completely, you would definitely become a being comparable to the third level.”
The white-bearded man's hands, which were holding his head, slowly moved down to the thick beard on his cheeks.
He thrust his fingers into his beard and slowly clenched them, grabbing a handful of the long white hair.
Then...
Tear it hard to both sides.
“Sizzle—sizzle—”
There was a chilling sound of skin and flesh being torn apart.
Under Whitebeard's cracked chin skin, a highly decayed face was revealed.
"Sure enough, a battle of mental power still requires mental power to resist."
Although he was gasping in pain, the corners of White Beard's mouth were still raised.
"This is the scar the elves left me."
"I want to see which one is more terrible, the pollution left by the elves or the mental pollution of you Ashmen controlled by the Inverted Tree!"
“Tear——”
(End of this chapter)
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