This guy is... the prophet? Lan Kong recalled the name and found that not long ago, when he tortured the young man who hid the remains of the Red Lotus, that person seemed to have mentioned this name.

When he was tortured to the point of losing consciousness, the young man seemed to be muttering this name.

But tomorrow...

Lan Kong seemed to have heard this name vaguely.

He thought about it and finally remembered where he had heard these two words.

It seems that the witch from Yanzhou City told some alien species the relevant information about this organization.

However, I have never heard of the name of this organization before. Perhaps it is not a powerful organization?

In a short period of time, Lan Kong's brain quickly brainstormed.

This process only lasted for a second or two, and soon, Lan Kong turned his attention back to the prophet.

"Are you from Ming Zhou?" He looked at Bai Ling. "Like this guy, are you from an organization called Ming Zhou? And are you the leader of Ming Zhou?"

Faced with this question, the prophet smiled and said, "That's right."

Looking at the blue sky, the prophet said leisurely: "In essence, although this is the first time I meet you, I have met your companions in the world before."

As he spoke, the prophet seemed to be lost in memory: "It was a rainy day, and the humid air had a burnt smell. A red light flashed in the sky, which looked a bit like a comet, but it quickly disappeared."

As the prophet spoke, the expression on Lan Kong's face gradually changed.

The tumor on his face began to grow larger, and the thick yellow viscous paste inside seemed to be stimulated by something. It was shaking violently in the translucent flesh-colored tumor like boiling water.

But he still endured.

Because he didn't know the opponent's strength, he was observing carefully and didn't rush forward immediately.

Then, the next second, the prophet used one sentence to directly break through all the defenses that Lan Kong had already built in his heart! "That is the trace of Honglian's fall, and the gorgeous fireworks that that scumbag finally bloomed."

As he narrated, Lan Kong's heart beat faster and faster.

The prophet just continued to smile and said: "I picked the fireworks, sealed them up, and imprinted them in the body of my companion. Honglian was on the verge of death at that time, but he still tried to regenerate by borrowing his body.

He said calmly: "Therefore, I blocked his power, sealed his source, and destroyed his concepts, turning him into a living wreckage that serves as nutrients."

"I have to say, this is the only point that I admire Honglian very much."

At this point, the prophet's mouth curled up slightly: "You and your lover Honglian are both very interesting. The twisted relationship between the two of you is as hilarious as the most ridiculous play. Two lunatics leaning against each other, using madness to knock open each other's hearts. In any case, just hearing such a performance can make me happy."

"It's more or less a pastime."

As he said this, a look of reminiscence appeared on the prophet's face, as if he was really recalling the end of that rainy and windy night.

Look at the prophet in front of you.

Lan Kong lowered his head silently.

A fierce burning rage rose in his heart, just like the miserable and desperate flames at the moment of his lover's death, burning his heart and making his mind blank.

This was the first time that Lan Kong felt genuine... rage! The violent and uncontrollable rage burned in his chest, making it impossible for Lan Kong to control his actual killing intent.

Insult yourself, insult your lover, insult corpses, and cruelly desecrate the one you love...

How could Lan Kong not be angry? !

Kill him...

Kill him, kill him, you must kill him!! At this moment, Lan Kong's pupils were burning red with the purgatory-like rage!

Without any hesitation, he ignored Ding Yan beside him, stretched out his hand to press the spike on his body, and then pulled it out fiercely with a sudden force! Blood flowed from the broken end, spraying on the ground, and burned holes one after another with burning heat.

Rushing towards him with the spike in his hand, Lan Kong's hair and beard were all standing up, his pupils were wide open, and his face looked ferocious like a Shura!

At this moment, Lan Kong burst out with an unprecedented boundless killing aura. Just a little bit of it made people feel as if they were on a battlefield with the setting sun and the sky stained with blood! The pain of losing a lover, the anger of being provoked, and the excitement of self-mutilation, Lan Kong is now completely crazy! At this moment, he seemed to have returned to hundreds of years ago. The warrior who once protected the country once again raised the weapon in his hand, grasped the spear with the belief that nothing can penetrate, and bombarded the enemy fiercely until the tip of the spear pierced through the chest and the blood drank the long tassel!

There is no doubt that this was Lan Kong's full-strength attack.

Even a witch would probably frown and retreat after seeing this attack.

Lan Kong, dancing with a sharp weapon, rushed forward with a raging rage! At this moment, he was facing a running mud truck, with a mighty sound like thunder and a speed as fast as a meteor!

Anyone who was hit by such a swift monster would be killed on the spot! Even a witch would be seriously injured if she was hit by the full force of the furious Lan Kong!

But this is only for other people.

When the so-called "offensive" is viewed with a forward-looking vision, all impacts and influences will melt away in an instant like snowflakes in midsummer.

Facing Lan Kong's self-sacrificing attack, the prophet just smiled lightly.

“People always think that losing their reason and falling into madness will bring them a higher level of power. However, little do they know that when reason is used as fuel to ignite the fire, all they will get in return is mania and loss.”

The black windbreaker was lifted up by the wind pressure and fluttered slightly, like a dark crow spreading its wings in the morning sky.

As the morning light floats, crow feathers cut through the sky.

In the raging storms and waves rising from the blue sky.

In the darkness and mist, thick fog gradually rose.

In the mist, the voice of the prophet floated like a flickering light in the underworld: "You defeat the enemy not with wisdom but with pure strength, and you are still obsessed with madness even though you are imprisoned. This is the root cause of your and Honglian's downfall."

"The Nine-Headed God has also fallen."

“That’s enough!”

Lan Kong said angrily: "Shut your mouth!"

Lan Kong's furious blow hit the open space where the prophet had been, causing a cloud of mist and rubble to fill the sky.

But other than that, nothing was gained.

This is... a phantom? Can he detect my attack in advance? If Lan Kong was in a rational state, he would probably notice something was wrong.

But now he has abandoned rationality in exchange for even greater destructive power and manic instincts, as if the god of death himself has come to the battlefield, offering blood as a sacrifice and burning his soul.

So this is where Lan Kong is easy to deal with.

He is very fast, even a witch...

It seems a bit inappropriate to keep using witches as examples.

I always feel that I am a bit disrespectful to this "disaster".

But there was no way, after all, the "witch" was one of the alien species that Bai Ling had personally come into contact with.

For a witch, Lan Kong might be difficult to deal with.

Her "spin" is very strong, but Lan Kong's power is stronger than hers!

The distorted blue sky, created by a general who fights to the death, can turn reason and blood into firewood, burning out incredible power.

This is also why he enjoys torturing others - people who use blood and reason as weapons will naturally get used to the wounds of others.

However, no matter how fast the blue sky is, can it be faster than the "future"?

Everything around here has long been covered by Bering mist.

This is the meaning of the nameless fog. As long as the covered area can serve as Bering’s “eyes”, allowing him to predict the future without any obstacles.

In this mist, all actions are invisible.

Therefore, the route that Lan Kong would take and the attacks he would make, everything, had already been predicted by Bering, and he avoided them accurately.

To Bai Ling, Lan Kong was like a puppet.

A puppet that performs actions that it has already predicted according to its own intentions.

So Lan Kong is very, very easy to deal with.

All you need to do is make him angry, make him manic, and make him want to tear himself into pieces...

You can manipulate him, influence him, and turn him upside down, making him fall into the fog, as if he were falling into an abyss.

The dark figure was hidden in the gloomy fog, with the black windbreaker lifted high, like a flock of crows dispersing and gathering together.

The mist gathered and dispersed around him, offering him all traces and all truth, turning the monsters immersed in the gray mist into rotten firewood.

Then, behind the giant, in the shadow of the rolling mist.

The black windbreaker covered the blue sky like a crow's feather. He tilted his head, and his gray eyes were filled with the deepest mist and the darkest sarcasm.