As the fish's gills opened and closed, they spewed out a sticky mist that carried with it a rotten, fishy smell like that of the ancient deep sea.
The four of them gasped at the same time.
Ma Tuan felt it the strongest - his field of vision suddenly collapsed, and the whole world seemed to be flattened by some supreme being. The three-dimensional space was compressed into a two-dimensional plane at the moment the fish tail swung.
He looked down and found that his arm had become as thin as a piece of paper, with blood vessels and bones showing strange lines under the skin, and the melted body of Cyclamen turned into a pool of sticky, ever-growing black ink, spreading wantonly in the two-dimensional space.
"Bang--!"
Nan Song suddenly pulled out the dagger and slashed at the strange fish, but the blade twisted and deformed the moment it touched the fish's body, and the metal was kneaded like dough by an invisible force.
Mucus oozed out from the gaps between the blue-black fish scales, and when it dripped onto the ground, it corroded into tiny black holes, and the space showed unnatural wrinkles at the edges of those black holes.
"This isn't a fish..." Bai Di's voice was hoarse, "This is some kind of... symbol."
At this moment, the battle above the academy has reached a fever pitch.
A blinding scarlet beam of light burst out from the muzzle of the "God-killing" weapon, piercing directly through the clouds. However, the pitch-black cloud split and multiplied the moment it was penetrated, and each fragment turned into a new fish-shaped shadow, cruising in the sky.
Chains and flames intertwined, but darkness seemed to have life, constantly devouring the attacks and even began to reversely erode the mechanical rune array.
The dean's smile froze on her face - because she discovered that the shattered fragments of the dark clouds were turning into countless tiny black fish, invading the weapon's energy circuit in reverse, and strange fish scale patterns began to appear on the metal surface.
And here on Ma Tuan's side——
The two-dimensional world is still spreading.
She saw that her fingers had become transparent, and the blood vessels beneath her skin were as clearly visible as rivers on a map.
The black matter of the melted cyclamen slowly gathered, gradually forming a vague, huge outline with fish-like features. A whisper beyond words began to echo in the two-dimensional space:
"...They have already woken up..."
The strange blue-black fish leaped into the air, its gill covers spread open—
——Inside was another cyclamen face, smiling at them.
"What the hell?!"
Blore cursed through gritted teeth, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
He saw Ma Tuan kneeling on the ground, with tiny drops of blood oozing from his seven orifices - this was a sign that his mental image was being violently invaded.
The wind on the cliff edge suddenly stopped.
Purple-black chains appeared out of thin air from behind Blore, and the sound of metal clashing was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.
His mental picture of the "Black Coffin" unfolded completely: twelve bronze pillars engraved with runes rose from the ground, and in the center hung a black iron coffin wrapped in chains.
Electricity flowed through the chains, making a teeth-grinding sizzling sound.
"Stand back!"
Blore shouted, revealing a trace of the mental image enhancement injection on his collarbone, which was glowing blue.
He formed seals with his hands, and the chains on the black coffin suddenly grew longer, turning into purple lightning in the sky and rushing towards the black shadow ten meters away.
The ozone concentration in the air suddenly increased, and the edges of the grass blades began to curl and burn.
Nansong’s spiritual landscape unfolds at this moment.
The river water from the deep ravine flows back into reality, and countless strange words float in the turbulent and surging water.
The conductive water flow extended along the black coffin lock, expanding the killing range of the purple lightning by three times.
"Cyclamen" finally moved.
A pale finger stretched out from under the black robe and gently tapped on a floating purple lightning.
Then he pressed down with both hands, and the halo flowed rapidly.
The surrounding environment began to feel wrong.
But at this moment, Ma Tuan's emerald vines wrapped around Cyclamen's ankles.
This vine, which usually looked like the most luxurious jewel, now had a hideous appearance. His mental image of the "Emerald Dream" was completely materialized - countless thorny vines emerged from the cracks in the cliff, and each leaf flashed with hallucinogenic fluorescence.
But the vines suddenly withered the moment they touched the black robe, and Ma Tuan felt his nose begin to bleed.
Blore heard the sound of his own molars snapping.
The black coffin was backfiring, the runes on the chains crumbling one by one. The coffin lid slowly slid open a crack, and out emerged not his usual mental probes, but a sticky, asphalt-like black mist.
"Bai Di! Now!"
The scent of cedar suddenly enveloped the battlefield.
The vast landscape of rivers and mountains unfolds in the clouds, and a white tiger with hanging eyes leaps out from the towering mountains rendered in ink.
Bai Di's spirit body directly crossed the space and bit the right shoulder of "Xiankelai", and his tiger claws smashed the three bronze pillars - that was the weakness of the black coffin scene.
Blore smiled through the pain.
The black mist in the coffin took the opportunity to wrap around the arms of "Cyclamen", and the flesh melted like wax wherever it passed.
He saw half of the boy's face exposed under the black robe. His left eye was a normal amber color, but his right eye was like melted gold.
He looked so familiar, but there was something different about the person I remembered.
"So it's you..." Blore fell down coughing up blood foam. The last thing he saw was the white tiger leaping into the ink-wash mountains and rivers with the unconscious Ma Tuan in its mouth.
The moment the black coffin image completely collapsed, he heard the clang of chains breaking and the crisp sound of Nan Song's spiritual image shattering.
The cliff returned to silence, with only the purple lightning remaining on the scorched earth proving that an inhuman battle had taken place here.
In the depression where the river water receded, a burnt cyclamen petal floated.
At the moment when Broll and his four companions disappeared, a black fog suddenly swept across the battlefield from nowhere, and the fog was filled with tiny starlight, like torn fragments of the galaxy.
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