"..."
Some cheered and jumped for joy, some wept uncontrollably, some stared intently at the battle situation with grim faces—there were all sorts of opinions.
Zuo Ling failed to store the plane in her spatial storage in time. Pei Nansheng and Xiao Hao knew they were encountering resistance and were extremely anxious, but they couldn't help at all.
Xiao Hao stared at his sister's plane, praying that she would get out of trouble quickly, faster, faster...
The old man, whose body was shrinking continuously, was suddenly startled to find that he was shrinking at an accelerated rate.
With the opposing force suddenly gone, Zuo Ling seized the opportunity to store the three aircraft into her spatial storage.
She let out a heavy breath; the resistance was too strong, and Zuo Ling was afraid she wouldn't be able to withstand it.
I'm puzzled, why did they suddenly stop exerting force?
Turning my head, I saw that Xiao Hao's face was deathly pale.
Pei Nansheng noticed something was wrong with Xiao Hao, pulled him out of the plane, and patted his cheek:
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zuo Ling held Xiao Hao's hand and channeled some healing power into him.
Xiao Hao was panting heavily, just like someone whose heart had stopped suddenly started beating again.
Xiao Hao didn't know what was wrong with him. In that instant, he felt his supernatural power rapidly withdrawing.
Seeing that he was alright, Zuo Ling and Pei Nansheng didn't bother to ask him what happened; their attention immediately turned to the battle outside.
The old man was furious. "Where are they? Where are they? Damn it, where did they go?"
Thousands of vines rise from the ground, heading towards places where life thrives.
A helicopter appeared out of nowhere. Originally, Xiao Hao was supposed to pilot the helicopter, but seeing that he was not in good condition, Pei Nansheng switched places with him.
"Sister, do you still have any white energy crystals?"
Without a second thought, Zuo Ling took out two pieces and gave them to him.
In just a few seconds, the ground turned into a living hell, and people were swallowed up by the blood-sucking vines.
Pei Nansheng piloted the helicopter to the area where the vampire vines were most dense, and Zuo Ling dropped a large number of poisonous wild animals, stabbing the larger ones several times.
Xiao Hao then launched the RPG towards the designated location.
The scent of blood drew the attention of the vampire vines, causing them to drop their prey and greedily devour the delicious treat.
Upon seeing the target, the old man was overjoyed and made a series of strange hand gestures. Thousands of blood lines rushed towards him, and the old man sat in the web like a spider king.
Spots of ink flowed into the old man's body along the bloodline. At first, the old man did not notice, but as more and more ink appeared, he realized something was wrong, and his face turned grim.
Ringing the bell beside them, an old man and two young boys rushed into the cave. Upon seeing the scene inside, the three were startled.
What surprised them was not that the blood pool had been shattered, nor that the old man looked like Spider-Man, but that the nearly 2-meter-tall old man had shrunk to only about 1.6 meters.
Before they could figure out what was happening, three blood-red tubes, each as thick as a finger, pierced their hearts, causing their vital essence to rapidly flow out.
The old man's skin swelled up, as if he were breathing, contracting and tightening, looking as ferocious as a demon descending upon the world.
"Elder... Elder..."
"You...you..."
The weakest of them all, Yin Yi, was drained dry before he could even utter a sound.
The strongest of the three, and the one who had followed the reclusive elder the longest, was the old man who had helped the Zhao family awaken their supernatural abilities.
He stared in disbelief in the direction of the reclusive elder, never understanding how the elder could have been so cruel to him after a lifetime of loyalty.
The new leader of the Kim Jong Un has been in office for less than two months. Two months ago, he was Kim Jong Un. On his deathbed, he thought that it would have been better to be Kim Jong Un.
After absorbing the energy of three superhumans, the old man grew a bit taller, reaching about 1.7 meters.
Using poison on him—such a familiar tactic! The old man knew who it was.
You two brats who have ruined the Ding family's thousand-year foundation, I've been waiting for you for a long time!
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