Chapter 65 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer Michael and Lucifer (12)
The mysterious door spun like a whirlpool, and the surrounding air seemed to be sucked in, making a hissing sound.
A thick, unknown scent hits my face, with a hint of sweetness mixed with a metallic fishy smell that makes me want to vomit.
Feng Ziang took a deep breath and tried to suppress the churning in his stomach, alarm bells ringing in his heart: This place is weird!
Michael also noticed something was wrong. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and a hint of worry flashed in his blue eyes.
The moment they stepped over the edge of the door, they felt like they were in another world.
The distorted air sways like jelly, and the colorful lights interweave into a blurred illusion that makes people dizzy.
Before he could even marvel at this bizarre sight, an invisible energy barrier slammed into Feng Ziang's chest. With a dull bang, he flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. He felt as if all his internal organs had shifted.
"Zi'ang!" Michael exclaimed and rushed forward.
Feng Ziyang struggled to get up, but he felt powerless and a fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat.
He covered his chest, his face turned pale, and cursed in his heart: Oh my god, this thing is real!
The air around me began to vibrate, making a low "buzzing" sound, as if countless bees were flying around my ears, making me feel upset.
The buzzing sound became louder and sharper, as if it would pierce the eardrums and reach deep into the soul.
"Oh no, this place is not right!" Feng Ziang resisted the discomfort and grabbed Michael's hand, "Let's go!"
However, it was too late.
"Bang——"
There was a loud bang, the ground shook violently, and cracks spread out like a spider web.
"What's that sound?" Fengzi looked up, and saw that the "sky" above him began to collapse...
Michael quickly helped Feng Ziang up, his eyes full of concern, and his wet eyes like a large dog made people feel pity.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Feng Ziang looked into Michael's eyes, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. The pain just now seemed to be alleviated a little.
"It's okay, just a small incident, don't worry." He smiled pretending to be relaxed, but secretly complained in his heart: This is not a joke, I almost died here.
The energy fluctuations around them seemed to become softer, as if they sensed their closeness.
"We have to find a way to get out," Feng Ziang looked around and tried to calm himself down, "This place is full of weirdness, we can't stay here for long."
Michael nodded in agreement.
Feng Ziang carefully observed the surrounding environment, trying to find the flaw.
Distorted air, colorful lights...
etc!
Light!
He suddenly noticed that the lights were not chaotic, but flowed according to a certain pattern.
He squinted his eyes, concentrated, and tried to see the secret behind the light.
"Those lights..." Feng Ziang pointed at the intersecting lights in the sky, "Look, do they look like some kind of text?"
Michael followed his finger and also discovered a pattern in the light.
"Like some kind of ancient rune."
"Maybe this is the key to breaking the barrier!" Feng Ziang clenched his fists excitedly, with a gleam in his eyes.
Michael also smiled with relief, as if he saw hope.
Feng Ziang began to try to control his own energy according to the rules of runes.
He gathered the energy at his fingertips and lightly touched the barrier in front of him.
A magical thing happened. The barrier rippled where he touched it, spreading out like water waves.
He increased the energy output, and the barrier's fluctuations became more and more violent. Finally, with a "click", a crack appeared.
"It's done!" Feng Ziang was delighted and increased his strength to expand the gap, eventually forming a passage large enough for them to pass through.
The scene inside the door became clearer, no longer a distorted illusion, but a wide open space.
However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief...
"Wait," Feng Ziang suddenly reached out to stop Michael, "Did you hear any sound?"
A series of strange "cracking" sounds came from all directions, like the sound of bones rubbing against each other, which was creepy.
Then, a group of puppets made of energy emerged from the darkness. They were of different shapes, but without exception, they all emitted a nauseating stench.
"Oh my god, what the hell is this?" Feng Ziang complained, drew the sword from his waist and took a defensive stance.
These energy puppets are numerous and their attacks are fierce, coming like a tide.
Feng Ziang and Michael stood back to back, swinging their weapons and smashing the approaching puppets one by one.
However, after being broken up, these puppets will quickly reassemble, seemingly endlessly.
The light and shadow of the battle flickered in the door, reflecting the tense faces of the two people.
Feng Ziang felt his arms were numb and sore. This puppet was even harder to control than a cockroach!
As he swung his sword, he didn't forget to complain: "Is this thing infinite resurrection? It's endless!"
Michael's face was solemn, and a hint of determination flashed in his deep blue eyes.
He suddenly stopped attacking and instead rushed towards a seemingly critical point in the puppet group, where even more intense energy fluctuations were emanating.
"Michael! What are you doing?!" Feng Ziang was horrified, thinking that his mind was being controlled, and without thinking, he rushed forward to grab him.
However, the next second, a dazzling light burst out from Michael's body, and the long sword in his hand turned into a stream of light, accurately hitting the energy core.
With a loud bang, the puppets' energy source was destroyed and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Feng Ziang stood there in a daze, watching everything that happened before his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh: "666, you are worthy of it!"
Just when they thought the crisis was over and were about to go deeper into the gate, a huge figure slowly emerged, exuding a strong sense of oppression, as if a mountain stood in front of them.
The space inside the door seemed to become smaller and suffocating in an instant.
Feng Ziang and Michael held their weapons tightly and looked at the figure vigilantly.
They didn't know what kind of enemy this was, but they all had a bad feeling in their hearts.
"What...is this..." Feng Ziang swallowed, his voice trembling slightly.
Michael didn't say anything, but just stared at the figure closely, the sword in his hand humming, as if responding to the strong sense of oppression...
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