"Who are you? Why do you want to thank me?" Pan Han looked at the person in front of him and asked loudly.
This person slowly emerged from the shadows. He was actually an old man. Except for his slightly gray face, he looked no different from an ordinary person!
He was dressed in a white robe, had a kind face, and wore a gorgeous crown on his head.
The old man looked at Pan Han gently and smiled, "Young man, I am the guardian of the 70th floor, the King of Fate."
"The King of Fate? Is that so great?"
"How great I am depends on what you've done before."
"What do you mean?" Pan Han suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Were all the people praying on the nine floors killed?" the King of Fate asked kindly.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Do you remember what they said?"
"Let them go, and I will be happy." Pan Han blurted out. He had heard it countless times on the previous few floors.
"Did you do that?"
"Nonsense, if you do this, you can still see me?" Pan Han sneered. This old guy always pretends to be cool and mysterious.
"Very good, then you will not be happy!" After the King of Destiny said this, he shook his white robe and revealed his body.
The body inside exuded a thick black aura, and countless small faces flashed on it, appearing and disappearing!
As the black gas appeared, the King of Destiny suddenly burst out with an extremely powerful pressure, and a sense of coldness, stench, and fear attacked his heart.
Pan Han was horrified and took several steps back before he could steady himself.
exaggerate!
Shocked!
It's just outrageous!
How could he be so strong? All the zombies and mutant monsters on the sixty-plus floors combined were not as strong as this old man!
It feels so oppressive!
Ding! Bracelet prompt: Zombies in this building have 100,000 points!
"Sure enough, the strongest!"
"Boy! If you hadn't killed those praying people just now, you might still have a chance to get out alive. But now, you have no chance." The black aura around the old man became thicker and thicker, and his little face began to show a ferocious expression.
"Shut up." Pan Han took out his submachine gun and fired a burst of bullets at the old man.
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!
The old man didn't dodge at all, he just covered his eyes with his arms and let the bullet hit his body.
The little face that was hit let out a painful wail, and then quickly disappeared.
But as soon as it disappeared, another distorted face appeared.
"How weird! Could this be an evil cultivator?" This word suddenly popped up in Pan Han's mind.
However, Pan Han naturally would not expect to defeat it with just a submachine gun.
After all, it is impossible for a high-level zombie with a score of 100,000 to die so easily.
"Is that all you can do?" The King of Destiny laughed.
"Hehe, what do you think?" Pan Han didn't say much. He took out two grenades and threw them out.
Two loud bangs.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and the King of Destiny remained motionless!
The only change is that some of the little faces disappear and are replaced by others.
"It's quite interesting indeed! Old man, tell me the truth, what is your relationship with the people praying on those floors downstairs?" Pan Han had probably guessed it, but he just needed the other party to say it himself.
"Not bad, you are smart. Then let me tell you, those people praying downstairs are in tune with me. If you don't have any murderous intentions, their evil spirit will not be transferred to me." The King of Fate did not hide it, and seemed happy to tell Pan Han.
"What will happen if it transfers to you?"
"If you weren't so greedy for points and came directly to me, I might not be able to even hit you. However, the more you kill, the more evil energy I accumulate, and the stronger my abilities become. Now that I have become a complete form, you don't stand a chance!"
"No wonder the people praying downstairs say that if they don't kill them, they will be happy! It turns out they are waiting here!" Pan Han finally figured out what was going on.
Pan Han's face was grim, as he realized he was stuck in a vicious cycle. The King of Fate was using the evil spirits of those praying to accumulate power, becoming increasingly powerful, while Pan Han's strength had not increased accordingly.
And this opponent was cultivated by himself!
Damn, what a loss!
However, after a few seconds, Pan Han suddenly woke up and realized that he was not easily frightened!
We’ll know who’s capable and who’s not until we fight!
He threw the grenade again, but this time he didn't throw it directly at the Lord of Fate, but at the surrounding walls and ground.
As the explosion sounded, the entire room was filled with smoke and rubble.
The figure of the King of Destiny disappeared in the smoke for a moment, and Pan Han quickly seized the opportunity and pounced on him at an astonishing speed.
He aimed the rifle in his hand at the Lord of Destiny and fired a volley of bullets.
However, when the smoke cleared, Pan Han was surprised to find that the King of Fate was nowhere to be seen.
"Damn it!" Pan Han gritted his teeth secretly. He didn't expect that the King of Destiny was so cunning and could dodge his attack in an instant.
At this moment, a sneer came from behind Pan Han.
He turned around suddenly and saw that the King of Fate had appeared behind him, with a hand surrounded by black air reaching out to his chest.
Pan Han felt a chill in his heart and immediately stepped back, trying to avoid the attack of the King of Destiny.
However, the other party's palm was like a devil's claw, tightly grasping Pan Han's chest.
The power of darkness instantly surged into Pan Han's body, and he felt an immense sense of oppression and pain in his heart.
He tried his best to resist, but the power of darkness grew stronger and stronger, as if it wanted to devour him completely.
The little faces on the Fateful King scrambled to get closer to Pan Han, wanting to eat his flesh and drink his blood. They wanted to avenge the murder downstairs!
Pan Han wanted to hide backward, but he was powerless and his body refused to obey him! Moreover, he felt that his energy was rapidly draining away!
Just before Pan Han was about to lose consciousness, he used up his last bit of spiritual power to summon the sleeve arrow from the space.
After being bound to the arm, three cold arrows were shot out instantly.
Puff, puff, puff! All three arrows pierced the King of Fate's cheek.
"Ah!" The King of Destiny howled in pain, and his hands loosened, and the black air also left Pan Han's body.
The little creatures on his body showed pain on their faces, and some even shed tears of anger. They almost bit Pan Han.
Pan Han regained consciousness instantly, his body was no longer stiff and numb, and he quickly ran to the back.
He ran for more than thirty meters before stopping. When he turned around again, he had already raised the six-barreled machine gun!
The King of Fate endured the severe pain and pulled out the three arrows.
A strange scene appeared. Not a drop of blood was left on the wound, but the wound healed quickly!
"Evil ways!" The King of Destiny looked at the cold arrow, exerted force with one hand, and easily broke it.
Immediately afterwards, it casually threw the arrow towards Pan Han!
Pan Han took aim, fired, and shot down the target instantly! All in one go!
"In that case, let me have some fun with you!" When the King of Destiny saw the machine gun in Pan Han's hand, he knew that he was not easy to mess with!
So gather your thoughts and prepare to make an effort!
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