At this moment, although the fat man was still staggering, he did not fall down.
The bluish-gray hand was still pressing hard against the crevice in his chest, as if trying to stop the black blood from flowing out.
I thought to myself, this guy actually knows some remedies; his actions seem much more agile than before.
At that moment, a thought suddenly popped into my mind.
You absolutely must not run.
Now that he's injured, this is the only chance to finish him off, so now's the perfect time to press our advantage!
If we squeeze through that gap and run away now, what will we do when he recovers and, with that fireproof and punch-proof suit, he comes after us again?
After all, we've only stalled him for now. What if something else happens to us when we get into that gap?
I had no means of defense. The first time we tried to squeeze through the gap, those people pulled us out.
Now, this fat man has finally got the best of both worlds.
First, they are larger than the ancients.
Secondly, since he has already absorbed the power of the ancients, why can't he pull us out of that situation?
At this moment, although the tremors around us have subsided considerably, debris and rubble are still falling wildly from the cracks in the ceiling.
I nudged Lei Jijian, signaling him to watch the fat man's movements closely, my heart pounding.
The lightning sword had already unleashed its full power when it struck his chest.
After all, this is the first time I've seen such a deep blue electric light capable of such dramatic changes on a lightning sword.
But the way this fat guy is doing now is making me even more uneasy than when he was beating me up before.
He just stood there dumbly, no longer causing an earthquake, nor throwing punches wildly.
At this moment, he just stood there blankly, a few insects still crawling on his dark gray face, but he no longer had the ferocious look he had just had.
I could sense that this guy's face was almost entirely blank.
His suit had been slashed several times by the lightning sword, and most of the insect armor plates on the outside of his thighs had been cleaved off.
Black blood was dripping down his trouser leg, drop by drop.
His chest was also slightly bleeding, and the dark gray fabric was stained black.
The cloak on its back was crooked and tilted, revealing skin crawling with live insects.
But his expression only turned ferocious for a moment before he returned to his calm demeanor.
Judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.
In my heart, I asked the Thunder Strike Sword whether its deep blue light was actually effective.
The lightning sword, however, told me that its power was more than three times greater than before.
It's just that this guy is improving little by little.
The fat man didn't look well; his body was crooked, and his skin was rotting underneath.
He simply raised his hands slowly, his body still radiating a faint light, and gently covered the withered remains of the ancient man.
At this moment, he was no longer refining the energy from the ancient people's bodies little by little as he had before.
The movements were incredibly slow, as if caressing something fragile.
I feel like this guy is much slower than before.
What are they trying to do?
Could it be that he was only slightly disturbed by us, and all the energy inside him dissipated?
What is he going to do?
At this moment, the girl also grabbed my arm, her voice trembling slightly.
"Aren't you supposed to be extracting energy? Why are you moving like this..."
Brother, do you think he's going to do something else?
I'm afraid of this guy; I wonder what kind of weird move he'll pull off next!
I shook my head, but my eyes remained fixed on the pile of broken bodies of the ancients.
We were very vigilant. If anything unexpected happened, we would have to find a safe place immediately.
But it seems there's no other safe place inside this secret room.
I was pondering this, my mind filled with these trivial matters.
The next second, a bizarre scene unfolded: the faint light in the fat man's palm slowly seeped into the remains of the ancient man!
Holy crap...
What's going on here?
My heart skipped a beat; I had absolutely no idea what this fat man was up to.
After all, he had just been absorbing the energy of the ancients, so how could they possibly be sending something else into his body?
I wondered, could it be that I was going to transfer the things or useless things inside my body into the bodies of the ancients?
If that's the case, the energy inside this guy's body must be even purer and stronger.
As I thought this, I mentally asked Lei Jijian again, "What exactly is this guy trying to do?"
Lei Jijian told me that he also couldn't quite understand it, only that the black aura on Fatty Zhou's body seemed to be dissipating little by little.
I took a closer look at the fat man's body and found that he did indeed seem to be slowly dissipating the energy around him.
Damn, this guy actually does have some brains!
Does he intend to use the bodies of ancient people as a dumping ground for garbage?
That's what I was thinking.
I continued to keep a close eye on Fatty Zhou, afraid that he would make another move.
Then something even more absurd happened: the broken arms and bones that were scattered on the ground seemed to be drawn together by something, and they began to gather in the center.
I thought I was seeing things, so I rubbed my eyes hard again.
The girl tugged at me, and I leaned closer to her to ask what was wrong.
"Brother, let me tell you, this fat guy might be undergoing some kind of strange change!"
He had been absorbing the energy of this ancient person, but now he's losing it outwards.
Moreover, look at those bones, they seem to have huddled together in the middle like a marionette!
Hearing the girl's words, I became even more alert.
Indeed, it seems the girl has also noticed this.
In other words, what I'm seeing right now isn't a hallucination; it's really happening right before my eyes.
Is this fat guy trying to gather all the remains of ancient people together to boost his own power?
If that's the case, then this thing is about to become a huge success.
He plans to mix the remaining remains of the ancients together and create something similar to a walking stick.
If they were to attack us, it would definitely be more efficient.
At that point, we might really be unable to withstand it.
Thinking this made me even more anxious.
I told Lei Jijian to keep a close eye on that fat man.
If there is even the slightest change, take immediate action!
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