The piled up corpses overwhelmed the weeds, and the blood condensed into frost flowers on the tips of the grass.

The temperature here has dropped to a very low level, with even the breath bringing out white cold air. All the cursed items that they had not intended to use were taken out. The unsealing of the blood-red high heels was unexpected, and the expressions of these people changed from eagerness to try to panic in less than five minutes.

In order to take down the Night Watch in one fell swoop, the Consortium and the Lianta Organization secretly prepared a lot of manpower.

These people emerged from the woods one after another, and suddenly there was a crowd of people, like a morning market.

This made Bloody High Heels, who had been sealed by the Investigation Bureau for a long time and had been hungry for a long time, very happy. When they woke up, they found themselves at a camping BBQ.

The psychics' attention was originally on Ji Qing and Jie Yu.

A member of the Lotus Tower organization was blown away by the explosive air wave and fell right in front of the password box.

The safe had been broken into several pieces, and the pair of high heels lay exposed in the grass.

"What is this?!"

"Damn it, your face—"

“Get out of here, ahhhhhh!”

Many corpses were sucked dry by high-heeled shoes. Soon, the suede surface of the shoes was soaked with blood and became shiny and glossy.

The appearance of the blood-red high heels disrupted the situation below, forcing these psychics to devote part of their mental power to resist the curse.

The other side showed obvious intention to retreat, allowing Ji Qing and Jie Yu to breathe a sigh of relief.

One of them can deceive with lies, and the other can hardly be considered a human being. Both of them escaped the recipe of high heels.

Zheng Zitao looked down the slope and saw that nearly twenty people had been killed and he had not yet captured just two night watchmen. His face was completely gloomy.

Leia's expression was also very ugly. For some reason, her heart had been beating very fast since just now, but she didn't know the source of the uneasiness.

Her instinct urged her to leave quickly, and she subconsciously reached for the ancestral ring hanging on her chest. There was still one more chance to teleport...

Holding the ring in my hand, it felt cold and hard, like a dead object.

Damn, bronze candlesticks!

She suddenly remembered that leaving and teleporting from this area was prohibited until dawn.

It was clearly used to restrain space-related abilities, but now it has become a shackle for her!

The blood on his severed palm had already solidified, and the cold air caused the sweat on his brow to condense into ice. Zheng Zitao cursed fiercely, "A bunch of trash."

The pain consumed most of Zheng Zitao's patience, and he couldn't wait to force out the space-based psychic. He raised his voice to remind the psychics in the melee: "The bloody high heels will only curse the person closest to them. Just stay away and take down these two as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" The members of Lotus Tower responded in unison.

The psychics of the consortium all looked at Leah, and when they saw her nod, they followed suit and said, "Yes."

Zheng Zitao has been plundering supernatural powers for many years and is now considered a junior leader of the Lian Tower organization.

The members of Lian Tower are all well aware of his methods. Zheng Zitao is vicious and cruel, and he will not let them go if they disobey his orders.

In his heart, he resented Zheng Zitao's order to capture them alive. With a fierce look in his eyes, he suppressed his hesitation and rushed towards the two people in the center again.

It seemed like this kid didn't feel any pain. Even when the fireball hit his body and burned his flesh, he acted as if he didn't feel anything.

The bayonet pierced into the metallic-looking mechanical prosthesis. When the psychic was about to pull out the knife, the sophisticated structure on it suddenly changed, and the gears turned, locking the dagger firmly.

The frail and handsome young man sneered.

He held the knife in his backhand and stabbed the throat with one blow.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ji Qing threw a punch, and the air around him exploded, rocks flew everywhere, and he was not at a disadvantage when the weapons collided.

The two-faced Buddha was flying in the air, tearing the flesh of a corpse with a hideous grin. She seemed like a killing machine that would never die or get tired. The blood color in her eyes became darker, and colorful patterns very similar to those of the two-faced Buddha appeared faintly at the corners of her narrow eyes, just like the enchanting mask on the stage.

There were a few people with special abilities who were trying to take advantage of the situation. They were really frightened by this scene and turned around and ran towards the boy who looked easy to bully.

When he rushed closer, he found that Xie Yu, who was surrounded by seven or eight people, was also a little hot.

I don’t know what’s wrong with this guy, but every time a person with special abilities gets close to him, bad luck will come to him.

Either the palm wind deviated and hit the surrounding trees, clanging down on his head, or his colleagues' skills hit him.

"Wow! It's so hot!"

"Fuck! Who the hell shot me in the back!"

"Oh my god, why is my knife on your waist?"

"You're asking me that?!"

A lively scene on the battlefield.

As the fight went on, Xie Yu began to feel that something was wrong.

Is the tragic worship ceremony from Fuso so powerful?

How could it be able to influence so many people with special abilities at the same time?

Whoosh! Those branches sharpened by the wind blades came straight at the back of his head, trying to pierce a candied haws.

Xie Yu manipulated the mechanical prosthetic snake to move around and dodge in various strange postures.

After eight or ten times, Xie Yu was a little overwhelmed. He could clearly feel that the effect of the curse on his body was getting stronger, as if it was after listening to that song in the car...

At this moment, he keenly discovered that something was wrong with Ji Qing. The two-faced Buddha became more evil and solid, and his fighting style became more fierce, but he was only focused on attacking and had no intention of avoiding those attacks that hit his vital points.

He pursed his lips tightly and used his dagger to block the poisonous sting that attacked him secretly. A cut on his back did not hinder his steps. A bloody mark was cut on the side of his face by the ice blade. He gently wiped the blood with the back of his hand, and turned around to see Ji Qing looking at him with a little surprise, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

He lowered his eyes, his cheeks dripping with blood, revealing his pale neck, and his tone was weak and reverent, like a beautiful boy sacrificed to the gods in a myth.

"Master Ji Qing, that master..."

Seeing that he was a little bit unable to hold on, Ji Qing raised his hand to support his slender back and looked towards the horizon, "Wait a little longer."

Seeing that the two were exhausted, Zheng Zitao made a gesture and the people around him stopped their attacks and looked down at them: "We have already made all the preparations and blocked this area. Even if a space-based psychic comes, they will not be able to escape."

The pair of venomous eyes looked around: "Tell me, where is the space-based psychic hiding?"

Ji Qing frowned slightly: "Don't you understand Mandarin? I told you he didn't come."

"Besides, who said we were going to run away..." She slowly raised her head, the seductive paint on her face complemented the blood on her face, making her calm face as bright as a rose blooming at midnight. "I also want to thank you for coming here. I have gained a lot today.