So fast?
When did it become stronger again?
Bourne opened his eyes slightly, then suddenly felt a chill down his back and quickly turned around.
Oh no, it's too late!
But after turning halfway, Bourne knew he was too late, so he immediately clenched his teeth, and his blood surged.
A hidden trump card is about to be revealed.
Han!
With a crisp sound, Bourne quietly put his trump card back down.
Blackfa looked down and saw a long sword blocking his forward-stabbing claws.
Surprisingly, the swordsmith who made this long sword may have come from a farming background, and it's unclear whether his forging skills went astray or his sickle expertise faltered.
It was as if it had been forcibly turned ninety degrees in the middle, just like a sickle!
With a mighty pull, Fagar attempted to sever Black Fagar in half, like cutting wheat.
Haha, that's funny!
However, Black Law was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed loudly, his entire upper body as soft and boneless as a mollusk.
He tilted his head back, and his head was only a few centimeters away from touching the ground.
Not only did he dodge Fagga's horizontal pull in this bizarre way, but he also turned upside down to see Fagga's face clearly.
Blackfa grinned wildly, his laughter maniacal.
[Hahaha, I was in such a rush that I didn't see clearly! I thought it was someone else? Turns out it's the Creator!]
Buzz!
Kunmutu was retrieved, and immediately, at Faga's whim, its internal artificial intelligence manipulated it to undergo a transformation.
The upgrade opportunity gained by sacrificing Ghost II made Kunmutu infinitely stronger.
Not only did it quickly revert to its original longsword form, but the internal sonic engine also began to operate wildly, with boundless dark flames and ethereal matter instantly adhering to it. Fagar then slashed down with his sword!
Han!
Black Fa and Black Fa clashed bare-handed, locked in a stalemate just ten centimeters from Black Fa's face, both the blade and Black Fa's hand trembling slightly.
Gazing at the traces of ethereal matter seeping from the black palm on the blade, Fagar shifted his gaze and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Creator?"
Hahaha, yes, it's you, my Creator!
Black Law laughed wildly.
Bourne launched a sneak attack from elsewhere, his hand, encased in solid ice, slamming hard into Blackfa's abdomen.
However, Black Law had already sensed this and suddenly twisted his body.
Immediately, an ether crystal rose from Blackfa's exposed waist and aimed straight at Bourne's face.
Bourne was shocked and had no choice but to forcibly change the direction of his attack, striking the aether crystal with a palm.
At the same time, Faga completely disregarded Bern's life or death, knowing only that this was an opportunity for Black Magic to lose his balance. He pressed down with all his might, and the Nether Flame burned fiercely in Black Magic's palm!
[As expected of my creator, completely disregarding the lives of his teammates!]
Blackfa seemed very satisfied with Fagar's performance and was generous with his praise.
But the sugar-coated bullets on the surface are just to hide the undercurrents beneath the surface.
Just as Fagar was advancing with unstoppable momentum, his blade gradually approaching Black Fa's face, the etheric activity within Black Fa's body suddenly surged.
boom!
A pair of dark red wings suddenly unfurled from Blackfa's back, and a vast amount of ethereal matter immediately spread outwards like a flood.
Bourne was instantly swept away, but Fagar persisted, even though he had already dug two deep furrows under his feet.
Suddenly, Fagar felt a chill run down his spine, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the tip of Black Fa's wings already piercing the ground.
Oops!
Faga's heart skipped a beat. He quickly swung his knife diagonally to shake off Black Fa's hand and leaped backward.
[The floodwaters have caused a complete collapse!]
With a roar, Blackfa's belly suddenly turned a deep purple, and countless ethereal substances gathered in that area in an instant, causing Blackfa's belly to swell up.
Then, like a balloon, it could no longer withstand such immense force and burst open with a deafening roar.
Boom!!!
With a deafening roar, all the vampires present were thrown back.
Bourne, who was slightly closer, instantly spread his dark blue wings and plunged them into the ground. A layer of ice crystal shield immediately rose from the ground, taking root in the surging torrent of ether, becoming a pillar in the middle of the stream, unmoving.
"Where is Fagga..."
Bourne ripped off the hood that was obscuring his vision as fast as he could, straining his crimson eyes to search for Fagga's figure in the vast expanse of purple.
He's right in the middle of the etheric flood, will he be alright?
Bourne couldn't help but think this, and subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to dive into the etheric torrent to search for it.
But for some reason, it was pulled back in the next moment, and it stopped in the same spot again.
"No, he was chosen by the clan elders, so let's trust him for now."
Bourne muttered to himself, then reached for his headphones, selectively blocking out the Faga:
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