At this moment, Lei Jijian was extremely excited, as if this had never happened before.
And I was slowly pondering it in my mind.
Indeed, this guy has never made such a correct statement before.
Normally, Lei Jijian always seems to be in a fierce and impulsive manner, always ready to strike at any moment.
I didn't expect this thing to still be so useful now.
Moreover, I can see very clearly that the fat man is now obviously trying to slow down!
Afterwards, I also mentally praised the Thunder Strike Sword.
I'm not afraid of him getting arrogant; it's precisely because he has the ability that I praised him.
And I see it very clearly now, it has to be that intense electric light every time I strike.
When they got close to the fat man, the range of their ricochets wasn't as large.
It was as if the Thunder Sword had struck a mirror that could reflect the light back perfectly.
If we hadn't carefully dodged that bolt of lightning, it might have hit us!
Now it seems that this thing only has a very slight deflection angle.
Despite this, I noticed that the fat man's suit seemed unchanged, remaining perfectly sturdy.
Each time the lightning sword struck, the fat man seemed to be harassed.
He gave a slight tremor and occasionally touched the clothes on his body with the hand that had been slamming against the ground.
It looked like an old ox swatting flies with its tail.
No way...
This is still far from enough. Although Lei Jijian and I are able to stop this guy, we can't kill him with one blow!
In other words, it would still be very difficult for us to get out of this mural now.
We need sufficient time and resources to squeeze through this gap; otherwise, we might be affected by this thing the whole time!
At this point, the fat man was almost at the edge of the cane.
He was baring his teeth and brandishing his claws there, and the closer he got to the cane, the more exaggerated his movements became, as if he was utterly repulsed by it.
After thinking about it for a while, I realized that if he wasn't afraid, then he wouldn't be a toad in this mural.
Are all those who are usually bullied or suppressed so arrogant once they come out of this closed loop?
This makes me even more worried. What will happen to us if the other people inside come out...?
But before we could celebrate for long, the fat man's leg jerked violently when he stepped on the cane.
It was as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.
Then, he went around the cane and started pounding the ground violently again.
This time, the movements weren't rhythmic or directed in any particular direction; instead, he was swinging his fists aimlessly!
It kept smashing things at us, then it kept smashing them down, and after a while, it even started smashing into the mural...
Just as he swung his fist toward the mural, the people inside seemed to be facing a formidable enemy and scattered to both sides.
But no matter how hard they ran, they couldn't escape the edge of the mural, as if they were completely confined to that small space.
Looking at these people, I felt a surge of fear rising within me.
The fat guy didn't even hit them, so what are they so afraid of?
Moreover, in their current state, it seems they are completely powerless to fight against the fat man!
But wasn't this fat guy just a little toad in the plan?
What are they afraid of?
Every punch the fat man threw was delivered with remarkable force, feeling as if each blow landed squarely on flesh, except now he was waving his fist through the air.
I understand that in this guy's eyes, it's as if we're right next to him.
If he had that same keen ability to spot things, we might have been caught by now.
Not only that, but when he threw his punch, I saw black blood constantly oozing from the corner of his mouth.
It seemed like ever since he stepped into that crevice, this guy had become extremely frightened and alert.
Black blood was flowing from his mouth, and his neck was no longer smooth like it had been licked with his tongue; instead, it was covered with many crawling insects.
The insects crawled up his neck, some running towards his face, while others, having climbed too high, fell directly to the ground.
The difference is that when these guys landed, they seemed to have lost their target. They just moved around everywhere, but didn't specifically crawl towards us or into that pit.
Could it be that after the fat man was hit by the cane, even the worms inside his body became a little weak?
I couldn't figure it out, but as I silently watched the scene before me, a bold idea came to mind.
These insects are the ones who are truly afraid of this walking stick!
After all, when the lightning sword struck the suit, he told me that he felt the suit wasn't as sturdy as before!
And isn't this fat man's body full of those worms? Since it's not that hard, it's naturally because those worms aren't that hard either!
They were scared and backed down, which is why their strength decreased, making it easier for them to strike with the lightning sword!
The problem is, if this cane can have some effect on the toad or these decaying insects, why can't it just stop them directly?!
Not only me, but when I glanced at the girl, she too was speechless.
"Brother, why is this guy still smashing the ground...?"
The girl frowned and slowly shrank behind me.
Indeed, he wasn't just smashing things wildly, but his steps didn't slow down the force of his punches at all.
Every time it was smashed, the secret chamber would tremble.
Meanwhile, pieces of adobe bricks from the ceiling began to fall wildly onto us.
Just as I was about to reply, I suddenly heard a soft, low murmur in my ear.
I quickly looked over, but at first I couldn't pinpoint where the sound was coming from.
After looking at it closely, I realized that the group of people in the mural had started to make the same gesture in unison again!
They simply stood there making a big "X" shape, then brought their hands together from both sides to their mouths, as if they were shouting into the distance.
What's going on now?!
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