Overturned Tower

The gray projectile penetrated three walls, doubling its speed for each wall it penetrated.

However--

Ding!

Russell just flicked his sword and intercepted the bullet easily.

Gray flames burst out the moment the bullet was cut, but were cut off by the crimson blade.

It even made a sharp squeaking sound like a hacked rat.

The boy with cat ears looked mockingly at the mouse hiding behind the wall, and raised the light blade in his hand high.

The crimson flame ignited from the light blade again.

"I can feel the pain of the inferior... a little bit."

He frowned and murmured under his breath.

That expression was almost consistent with that of a murderous villain.

Completely disbelieving, he fired the second projectile again.

Russell chopped it down again.

It's different from last time.

Sound waves visible to the naked eye surged forward.

Borrowed from the inferior's chip, there was enough spiritual energy of level six strength to shatter the three gray walls of unknown meaning and turn them into nothingness.

When Russell didn't hold back, blood suddenly burst out from his fully cooked orifices, and his gray sunglasses suddenly shattered, stabbing his face and leaving mottled injuries. His whole body shook suddenly, but he did not fall down yet.

He just knelt on the ground and stared at Russell hatefully, not begging for mercy but not admitting defeat.

And Russell didn't want to hold back at all.

It didn't matter even if he couldn't be captured alive - as he was beating, his anger was already welling up.

Strength borrowed from the path of anger is like a fire lit with one's own fuel. The anger Russell held at this moment had already exceeded the initial level...the more and more manic anger enveloped his will.

Russell swung his sword and wanted to behead Quan Shu.

But at that moment...

Through the shattered sunglasses, Russell saw the eyes full of conspiracy.

...is it a scam?

He was suddenly startled, suddenly sober, and relied on his powerful body control ability to stop the sword.

But it was too late.

As the sword edge gradually approached the mature neck, Russell felt that the time around him seemed to gradually begin to slow down and the color faded.

Finally, at the moment when Russell's extremely slow sword blade touched the stagnant gray space, it touched Quanzhou's neck.

Quan Sheng's whole body turned into gray flames, shattering like an illusion.

Time suddenly returned to its original speed, but Russell was no longer where he was before.

He fell into a world of translucent gray.

...It was an ancient building complex that Russell had never seen before.

Of course, if you say it's ancient... it's probably around the style of the Victorian era.

All the pedestrians on the street turned into transparent gray crystal and solidified in place. There are also newsboys riding bicycles, women traveling together in ladylike dresses, gentlemen wearing top hats holding civilized sticks, convertible classic cars and fat businessmen sitting in the driver's seat.

This world has no sound or light. No one has a shadow.

At this moment, a hoarse old voice full of resentment sounded:

"Is it you...who wants to hurt my beloved disciple..."

Russell suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and he jumped out vertically - the place where he was originally had been hammered to pieces.

The gray translucent ground cracked like a spider web, and the pedestrians were hammered into pieces.

It was just a fist.

A huge, weakly clenched fist with only hand bones left...a huge fist that was two times bigger than that classic car!

Russell looked up with almost horror.

It was a huge skeleton wearing a corrupt purple-gray robe, and its whole body turned into gray crystal. Gray flames burned in its empty pupils.

Only its upper body is above the horizon...Russell is like a chess piece on a board game, while it sits outside the board. With just one punch out of anger, many chess pieces were smashed into pieces.

That hoarse old voice was full of malice: "That's fine.

"A better body...a fresher body...Compared to the ugly mouse, the cat is at least more pleasing to the eye...

"Then it's up to you to take his place..."

The Skeleton Demon God said this, reaching out to grab Russell Xuxu.

Russell retreated back without hesitation and raised his hand to smash a crystal statue of a passerby.

The sound was amplified countless times by the inferior's spiritual energy, turned into sound waves visible to the naked eye, and flew towards the fist.

After all, he is not the Inferior himself, and he cannot manipulate sound waves to form a shield as skillfully as the Inferior. But at least it is possible to constrain sound waves into beams.

——Contrary to Russell's expectation, his attack actually took effect.

The sound wave easily shattered the left hand stretched out by the Skeleton Demon God towards Russell, piercing it from the palm to the elbow, and the entire forearm was turned into pieces. The debris fell on the "chessboard", smashing the buildings and cars and people on the streets.

Russell soon realized that this attack was meaningless... because there was no growth process, and the forearm shattered by Russell resurfaced.

If the arm from before was still on the chessboard, he might have thought it was an illusion.

……etc.

Hallucination?

The next moment, Russell suddenly felt that he had suddenly suffered a heavy blow.

He was shot in the back and fell forward helplessly, gray flames burning on his body.

The intense pain caused the world around him to suddenly shatter.

Russell vaguely saw the intact and ripe body, and approached him with a sneer.

...Everything before was all an illusion?

When did it start?

The pain of being burned made Russell want to faint...so he forced himself to think and stay awake.

Russell's teeth were bleeding - not from biting his tongue or lips, but from the severe pain that caused his gums to bleed. He tried his best to lower his voice, but he couldn't help but let out a low wail.

Quansu didn't dare to get closer, but shot the saint first, beheading him further away, and then aimed the gun at Russell's head from a distance.

Then, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

— but the buzz drowned out the sound of his gunfire.

A drone flew over from the side and intercepted the fully cooked bullet.

It exploded suddenly, knocking back the whole thing.

Then five or six more drones landed.

One shot after another, the whole thing was blown away from the edge of the second floor.

But a dark gray spider web emerged from under him, showing strange elasticity - after they were tightened downwards, they ejected him upwards!

In the air, Quan Sheng turned the pistol in his hand into a sharp and heavy spear.

That is an attack that can easily penetrate the drone and cannot be intercepted.

However, the moment before Quanzhou threw it towards Russell.

A mechanical punch came from the side, but the full body that bounced to the highest point and almost stagnated in the air was suddenly knocked away to the side!

That was the Delphinium that sensed Russell's position and flew from the sky to the rescue!

Although the moonstone does not have enough firepower, its mass alone is the greatest power!

It was probably the main body that was hit this time... because Quan Sheng was wrapped in gray crystal the moment before he was hit.

Even though it was punched by the moonstone, it was completely shattered. Even the whole person flew towards the building next door - making a loud noise, exploding dust, and directly hit the inside of the building.

Without saying a word, Delphinium drove the Moonstone and chased after him.

"--hold onto!"

At this moment, the Paradise Bird slowly crawled over from the side and pointed its hand at Russell.

Although the gray fire in Russell's body was still not extinguished, after Russell's body was enveloped in warm light, he clearly felt that his pain was weakened a lot.

Only then did he see...the Paradise Bird's ears were slowly bleeding out of blood.

That was an injury affected by the inferior's psychic energy.

It is impossible for an inferior person's attack to touch a place like this without hurting me, so... is it me?