At this moment, the rustling sound of the insects moving on the fat man's body mingled with the sound of an ancient hand slicing through the wall. The two sounds intertwined, which really gave me the creeps.
"We can't escape like this!"
Yiyi shouted immediately, and I knew he was getting anxious. After all, given the current situation, it seemed like we were just waiting to die.
At this moment, I gripped the Thunderstrike Sword tightly, and I could feel that the Thunderstrike Sword itself was somewhat cold.
He couldn't possibly be afraid; it was just that the scene was too oppressive.
These two guys working together are really hard for us to handle.
At that moment, the Thunder Strike Sword also transmitted a message in my mind.
"Master, we must first subdue the ancients!"
Otherwise, if he keeps giving orders to this fat guy, we'll have no way out!
Even though the Thunder Strike Sword had been explained very clearly, I still felt at a loss. The scene of the girl trying to persuade me flashed through my mind.
She had already reasoned with Lan Jia, explaining the truth about the secret room and how to get out.
But no matter what, the ancients just stood there dumbfounded, completely unable to accept that feeling.
The only thing they would listen to was our desire to get out of here.
And this guy naturally did everything he could to stop us.
Even now, his still incompletely healed eye still exudes a ghostly aura.
My first impression was that this guy's mind was full of negative emotions, and he had no intention of letting us off the hook.
The girl's persuasion was of no use to her; this path was a complete dead end.
However, I still can't figure it out, which is why I had clearly trained this guy to be completely oblivious before, and even kept him frozen in place.
Now, no matter what I say to him, he won't listen!
Could it be that the fat man resurrected him?
This is too sudden! It only took a few hours from start to finish!
At this moment, the girl was also panting heavily. I noticed that the hair on her forehead was stuck together with sweat, and it was this detail that made me realize that the girl must be exhausted.
This proves that my current lack of energy is definitely not my fault, nor is it due to the wristband on my wrist.
It's simply because of the contract!
Not only that, I saw that the girl's feet were trembling, clearly from being burned by something like fire.
This must be the contract she has been bound to, strengthened once again!
At that moment, the girl subconsciously frowned, glanced back at the fat man, and then at me.
"Brother, he's completely unreasonable, what should we do?"
Before I could respond to Yiyi, the fat man behind me suddenly slammed heavily to the ground again.
Holy crap, I quickly turned around and saw that the fat man suddenly raised his arm, which was enveloped in a faint purple light, just like the ancients.
His hand stretched straight out!
That length is even more exaggerated than that of the ancients.
Even the arc of their outstretched arms is exactly the same as that of the ancients.
At this moment, it was as if the hands of the ancients had been completely replicated on his body.
This is a bit too outrageous! My first impression of these two guys is that they look like they were made from the same mold!
My first instinct was to yell, then I grabbed the girl and pulled her back, my heart pounding wildly.
If we say he has a fast learning ability and speed, that's one thing, but how could this guy completely replicate the energy of the ancients? That's the most outrageous thing!
I couldn't help but stare intently at the fat man. His movements weren't fast, but his fingers were definitely slowly extending.
I used to think they were just a simple superior-subordinate relationship.
And even now, it certainly seems that way.
The ancients were in charge of giving orders, while the fat man was in charge of carrying them out.
If things continue like this, we can still manage to negotiate.
But now, the fact that the fat man can replicate all the techniques of the ancients is something I simply cannot accept.
This fat guy has completely shattered my understanding of what's possible.
At this moment, the bluish-gray arm swung down heavily, and the wind from the punch carried a pungent, fishy smell. This smell involuntarily reminded me of the water outside this sinking compass house.
Although I've been trapped in the secret chamber of the Compass Chamber for a long time, I still remember it very clearly: the fishy smell outside was similar to the smell brought by the fat man's fist.
Could it be because the fat guy was originally wandering around inside and outside this secret room?
But that's not right either. I've been fighting with him for so long, ever since he came out of the mural, he's been standing right in front of us!
It has never even officially collapsed once! So how could it suddenly go outside?
However, the fishy smell on his body did indeed seem somewhat similar to that of the sea scabies mites outside.
I didn't think any further, I just tried my best to pull the girl away from his long arm.
Although the fat man has learned the same methods as the ancients, he doesn't seem to be familiar with them yet. The long spikes on his fingertips aren't sharp enough, and he's still improving little by little.
Okay, if that's the case, then we still have a chance. At least he didn't learn all the ancient methods right away, and it seems he can't control his muscles yet.
Then I looked back at the ancient man, whose hands were spread out as wide as possible, keeping us in the center.
I even wondered what would happen if we just ran up to the side and broke through his two hands.
If that were the case, the ancients would definitely have done their best to keep us wrapped up in the middle.
Moreover, he hasn't yet used any methods to control his muscles.
I don't know if he regressed after being resurrected by the fat man or for some other reason, but in any case, he's not in too much danger to us right now, which is at least good news.
In that very short time, two sharp spikes grew on the fat man's hand.
My heart skipped a beat.
Well, this guy didn't actually sharpen his fingers, but instead grew two thorns on the back of his hand!
Those two spines were like the largest spines in a fish bone, very sharp. If there were a few more, I would even think it was a pair of brass knuckles.
The next second, the fat man also raised the spike in his hand and charged heavily towards us. As he charged forward, I saw that there were several insects crawling on his fist.
It's almost here!
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