If that's the case, the effect of the two of them is that one plus one is greater than two.
This is really not good news for me.
The next second, just as the fat man rushed over again, the ancient man pulled him back.
I just realized that the ancient people's clothes seem to be somewhat damaged.
Apart from that little bit of light.
Just as I looked up, I noticed that the ancient people's clothes seemed to have changed again.
At this moment, the ancient people's clothes were still slowly emitting some light, and they were now clearly more complete than before.
I watched as the brightly colored fabric was gradually being added to his body.
It's like that fat guy who used insects to patch up his suit.
The torn corners of the ancient people's clothes and the two tattered cuffs were slowly being repaired at this moment.
I thought to myself, "Great."
The fat man appears to be secretly casting a spell on the ancients.
Although his eyes have become somewhat vacant, like a mechanical marionette.
However, fat people still absolutely dominate the market!
With that thought in mind, I saw the patterns on the ancient people's clothes becoming clearer and clearer.
Upon closer inspection, I realized, wow, this is the pattern from the cane we saw before.
It looks exactly like a cane!
At that moment, it suddenly occurred to me that a cane is actually made from the spine of the ancients, but where has this thing's spine gone now?
I have absolutely no idea whether this guy has any bones underneath his clothes.
To put it bluntly, they were just two people who came out of that mural.
So ultimately, all they had on them was dirt and stones.
The fat man goes without saying.
I had already seen clearly under his suit jacket that there were only dead insect carcasses and some live insects.
And this ancient person could not possibly have any flesh and blood, much less bones.
Otherwise, could it be that he originally embedded the bone in the mural?
No matter how I think about it, it's impossible.
After all, that painting was just a protruding rock with some paint.
It's just that the blue armor or the designer infused it with their own unique energy.
Lei Jijian couldn't help but speak to me, wanting me to make a move.
But then I looked at the two people in front of me again.
Even if we can bring them down, a single move could destroy all our carefully laid plans.
If we really do set off, I'll be the one to lift up this fat guy's clothes first, and then Lei Jijian will find an opportunity to strike them down.
"If you're going to make a move, first chop off those bugs on that fat guy's body."
And remember, you must do it when he's distracted by the pain.
At this moment, I was mentally preparing for the Thunder Strike Sword.
At this moment, the fat man's cloak was still flowing long behind him, and his strength was even greater than before.
If I really have to make a move, I want the lightning sword to attack directly from one side of this fat man's body.
After all, regardless of what special material his clothes were made of, or whether their high strength was due to the insects inside, they could definitely be opened as long as enough energy was poured in.
The next second, before we could even make a move against him, the fat man strode towards us.
My heart skipped a beat; this thing had suddenly moved.
The way he was acting just now made it seem like he was reporting something to someone from ancient times.
It seems that the fat man has been moving the whole time.
Although he was in a subordinate position, it seemed that only the fat man was conscious.
The ancient man just stood there blankly, without doing anything.
Perhaps, it's because the fat man didn't channel all his energy into the ancients.
In other words, the ancients may not yet have been activated.
If that's the case, then at least it's a good thing for us.
Now that the fat man is running towards us, there's no need for us to hide anymore.
At first, I just wanted to create the feeling that I was really being controlled by that fat guy.
But now it seems that the fat man doesn't care whether we've been subdued or not; he's only focused on killing us.
Could it be that someone has given him a hint from the shadows again?
Before I could think, I saw the fat man running towards me, his eyes seemingly filled with an extra hint of pride.
I know this guy is absolutely convinced that he can handle anything without any problems.
Seeing this, Lei Jijian slashed straight at the fat man's face.
Before the fat man could react, he covered his face with his hands and howled in pain.
I felt a sense of relief. I was just about to let Lei Jijian press his advantage.
The fat man stopped talking at this point. He leaned forward as much as possible, arching his back like a shrimp.
It's as if it's neutralizing this force.
I thought to myself, this guy does actually have some of his own methods.
This kind of defense is something the fat guy has never done before.
Previously, every time the lightning sword struck, the fat man either used his cloak to block it or dodged to the side.
Perhaps because the Thunder Strike Sword was actually using its own blade to strike this time, the fat man seemed to have nowhere to hide.
After a violent collision, the fat man cried out in pain and stumbled backward.
"Master, his head seems even harder!"
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