In the dim room.

The meat piles up and grows wildly, constantly emerging fresh life, and constantly developing towards rot, which does not conform to the laws of biology at all. It can press biologists' common sense on the floor and rub them freely.

A full 100 points of filthy and rationality, and Zhao Kangsheng is a good material, achieving the effect of one plus one greater than two.

The distortion is surprisingly good.

The bloated muscles, wrapped in pale bones, expanded, twisted, and cracked the sharp-toothed mouth, screamed and roared, as if crazy beasts were about to emerge from Zhao Kangsheng's originally weak body.

This terrifying scene made Asakawa Mengye, who was pretending to be confused, almost exclaim.

Fortunately, he finally endured it.

Even so, Asakawa Mengye still couldn't help but glance at the man shrouded in the shadow with his eyes.

The other party was wearing a black robe and a black mask. The shadow was like his plaything (meow) objects, and he was allowed to drive it. He exuded an ominous aura all over his body, and evil clouds surrounded him.

Even through the mask, Asakawa Mengye could sense the coldness and indifference of his sight, as if the existence under the mask was not a human, but a monster wearing a human appearance.

With just one glance, the thick chill rushed straight from the soles of the feet to the boy's skull.

Asakawa Meng was ambitious: ‘Who is he?’

‘Does you want to fight so many believers with grey robe with one person?’

‘And why, it seems that he is more like a cult than a cult?’

Many problems emerged from the heart of the horse-man boy, but he didn't dare to move and could do nothing.

The man in the gray robe in the lead did not show any intention to communicate, and he had already come to the door like this. What's the point of communication?

His palm fell, and the white mist wrapped the flesh and blood, making a harsh and unpleasant "hissing" sound.

The meat piece that came into contact with it was as if it was sprinkled with strong acid and quickly melted.

If it is a conventional distortion, it can be completely suppressed.

However, the current "Zhao Kangsheng" has far more potential than this!

"roar--"

The roar of a beast came from the meat, full of chaos, and filthy blood splattered out, which turned the mist into blood.

Every time the fog disappears, dozens of shredded meat will grow out.

"How could this distortion be so strong?"

The other men in gray robe did not take the peace of being alone in their hearts, but continued to activate the ritual.

However, this aberration of flesh and blood alone made them feel a little tricky.

When I look at Anle again, I have already taken a completely different attitude of paying attention.

The man in gray robe looked at each other and decided to solve the peace and happiness first, and then promote the ritual.

In an instant, mist of the same origin but different natures attacked Anle - in their opinion, to solve Anle, the flesh and blood can only be processed after it takes some time to get rid of it.

The surging mist, like a vortex, has extremely dangerous characteristics, either corrosive, sharp, or unknown... to include this tiny black robe figure.

The people in gray robe practiced the power of fog, but because of the different souls of each, they lead to different properties of fog.

Take the fog of the leader as an example. He controls the fog of "corrosion", which is extremely lethal and extremely domineering.

This level of fog is no longer something that small can absorb at will.

Anle is not panicked at all. He has no such emotion in his "empty" state.

Shadows were like waves, surging from the sea of ​​shadows from the corner of this room, like a tsunami coming!

In just a blink of an eye, the black shadows and white mist collided together, making an invisible roar, and it rang directly in my mind. Two strange secret forces stirred up, cracks appeared on the walls, and even the air in the room seemed to become sticky.

Asakawa Mengno felt that breathing from her mouth and nose became increasingly difficult, and the sacrifices captured by several souls beside her also showed slight pain.

Even so, Mino Asakawa still widened his eyes, trying to witness the result of the battle, but he only had a trace of hope in his heart.

‘Can he win if he fights seven by one and is still a believer in gray robe?’

In his subconscious, he did not believe that shadows could defeat the fog, but...

What if?

The fog and shadow are like two cruel and terrifying ancient monsters, full of blood, biting and devouring each other, consuming each other's strength in the most primitive way and strengthening themselves.

You have me, I have you, I have you, blending with each other, as if you don’t know each other.

But even ordinary people like Mino Asakawa can see that the situation of the ritual resistance of the party has only lasted for a very short period of time. The scent of the shadow gradually declined and was gradually eroded by the fog. The black robe figure was shaking, as if it was about to melt into the white mist.

The young man sighed silently in his heart: "Yes, he is just a person, how can he compete with seven gray robes?"

The black figure dissolved in the white mist, and the breath seemed to die.

The man in the gray robe in the lead sneered: "But that's it."

"Who gave you the courage to challenge..."

Before his words were finished, a scream suddenly came from the side.

The thinnest believer in gray robe had a fist pierced through his chest and his heart was taken out.

"No-No!!!"

He screamed: "Save me! Save me!"

The man tried to transform into fog to avoid fatal damage, but a fog smell came from behind him that made him afraid.

Even if this only made this person stand for a moment, this moment is eternal for him.

Bang!

The heart was directly pinched by that hand and blood splattered.

Anle spoke indifferently: "First."

The secret power of shadows and blood boiled in his body together, which was several times stronger than the single [boiling blood]. Both the brain and the body were in an overloaded operating mode. This naturally had great side effects, but in contrast, the current happiness was unprecedentedly powerful!

Under the stimulation of bloody smell and death, under the mask, he showed an empty, creeping smile and looked at the remaining people.

Then, dragging this body, it merged with the shadow again.

Someone exclaimed: "When is it!?"

Moreover, who was the figure that was just overwhelmed by the fog?

The people in the gray robes began to scan the shadows in the room with their vigilant eyes.

But the problem is that it is night now, and it is raining heavily outside the building. In other words, shadows are everywhere.

The person in charge said, "Don't panic, there will be fluctuations when he appears in the shadow."

The next second, he smiled fiercely and said, "Are you caught by me?"

The fog directly turned into a big hand, holding the things in the corner that had just left the shadow, and huge force continued to be applied.

With a "bang", under the powerful squeeze pressure, it was like a pinching an orange with one hand, and the flesh and blood burst out and sprinkled all over the floor.

But he quickly discovered that a gray robe was stained with thick blood, like a rubbed piece of paper falling in the mist.

This is the man in gray robe who just was killed by Anle!

Another warned: "He's here!"

Unfortunately, his warning was a little later. When the gray-robed leader turned his head, he only saw a piece of his struggling arm stretching out from the ground. The rest of the man had been swallowed up by the shadow.

“The second one.”

This cold voice fell into the ears of others, like the whisper of death, making people feel scary and cold.

In less than two minutes, including Zhao Kangsheng at the door, three gray-robed monks died?

This shocking record made the gray-robed leader tremble.

He thought angrily: "Damn it, if it weren't for the ritual...'

The strength of the gray-robed man is definitely not that bad. Each of them is at least a C-level existence, and three of them are B-level extraordinary people.

The ritual cannot be terminated from the moment it begins. Even if these gray-robed men, as the initiators, do not promote the ritual, part of their souls and energy are constantly invested in the ritual.

‘But it’s almost...’

The gray-robed leader's eyes flashed with enthusiasm, and he looked at the strange patterns on the ground in fascination. His eyes were already half open!

He made up his mind and said to the people beside him: "Sit here!"

The remaining five men in gray robe sat around the eye, as if they were ignoring the distorted flesh and blood and the kind of servitude, and they had to speed up the ritual progress with all their might.

Under the guidance of the fog, the remaining offerings, like controlled puppets, walked towards the center of the complex patterns in a daze.

Asakawa Meng knew that this was his last chance.

So he took off his disguise in an instant, picked up the blood-stained gray robe, and then ran towards the stairs regardless of everything.

And those men in gray robe just glanced at him coldly and stopped paying attention.

For them now, nothing is more important than the rituals in front of them, and the high-quality souls they need are enough. Just an insignificant little insect, they will be let go.
To be continued...