3142: C3142 Void

C3142 Void

When he thought of this, an extremely desperate expression surfaced on his face. At the same time, a bitter smile was revealed. It was filled with helplessness. He thought to himself, "Could it be that we are destined to be unable to complete the mission today? Could it be that this is fate? What kind of monster have we provoked..."

Even ZERO, the legendary first human hero to save the world, probably didn't cultivate all three types of energy at the same time.

The key was that these three types of energy seemed to be very powerful and ferocious in Heng Yanlin's body. It didn't seem like he had just started cultivating, nor did it seem like he was disregarding everything.

How did he do it?

He was truly a monstrous genius!

At this moment, No. 33, the middle-aged man with the mustache, had already stopped moving. His face was filled with despair. In front of such an all-powerful monster, How could he have the chance to escape from this place? It was simply impossible!

However, it seemed like Heng Yanlin didn't intend to kill the thirty-third middle-aged man. He merely swept his gaze across him. He glanced at the middle aged man and immediately stomped heavily on the ground. After which, he heard a 'bang'. A low and deep energy explosion that sounded like muffled thunder exploded under his feet.

Then, he saw the ground under Heng Yanlin's feet crack inch by inch. Dense cracks spread out like a huge spider web, making people look extremely frightening.

Immediately after that, there was a swooshing sound. A gust of wild wind was suddenly stirred up and spread in all directions, causing countless dust and smoke to billow and surge. After that, Heng Yanlin's figure had already disappeared from where he was standing.

Number Thirty-three, the middle-aged man with an octagonal beard, sat on the spot in a daze. Looking at Heng Yanlin who had already disappeared from where he stood, his eyes revealed a look of disbelief. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Did he... let me go?"

However, after saying this, the thirty-third middle-aged man laughed at himself. "So, in the end, I'm just too useless, causing him to be unwilling to deal with me?"

Of course, it was naturally the best thing for the middle aged man, the man with the mustache, to be able to take his life back.

He felt that he should leave this place as soon as possible. This was simply a place of right and wrong. If he continued to stay here, he was afraid that he would really lose his life.

Even though most of the assassins in their line of work basically lived on the edge of a blade, and could die at any time, they ran to meet the King of Hell.

But if they could survive, then who wouldn't want to live?

So, after recovering some strength, No. 33 middle aged man with an octagonal beard prepared to stand up and leave with the others.

As for the tall fatty No. 35, he could only send them a retreat signal. As for assistance, it was really too far away.

Therefore, he could only let the 35th tall fatty's side pray for their own good.

However, just as the 33rd middle aged Eight-Striped Hu man stood up, he heard a whistling sound in the air beside his ear. Then, the middle-aged man saw a stream of mental energy shooting toward him from afar.

At that moment, the middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he let out a desperate cry. "It can't be, right? "Why are you still here?"

Number Thirty-Three thought that he had escaped with his life, but he didn't expect that Heng Yanlin was still thinking about him!

At this moment, the thirty-third middle-aged man tried his best to defend himself. However, the layers of defense that he had constructed didn't have any effect on the spiritual energy pillar that Heng Yanlin had unleashed. It disintegrated inch by inch, crushing everything in its path.

In that instant, the middle aged man was in extreme despair. He gave up struggling.

The middle-aged man felt that he really had no way to resist Heng Yanlin's attack. So, it was fine if he died!

At least, his death was worth it to die in front of such a monstrous genius.

However, No. 33, the middle-aged man with an octagonal beard, had not expected this at all. The spiritual energy beam unleashed by Heng Yanlin did not kill the middle-aged man with the mustache just like that. Instead, it turned into a Mental Energy rope and wrapped around the body of the middle aged man. With a 'shua' sound, it bound him. After which, a 'bang' sounded, causing the middle aged man with an eight-handed beard to fall and eat dog shit. It was a very funny scene.

"What's going on?!"

No. 33, the middle-aged man with an octagonal beard, was completely stunned on the spot. The despair in his heart increased even more. He thought to himself, "It can't be, right? He doesn't even want me to die? Do you want me to stay until the end and then torture me properly?"

In that instant, the middle-aged eight-handed man became even more desperate. However, he had no way to resist.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound rang out as his tall and fat body crashed heavily onto the ground. A massive force tore through the ground, creating a huge crater in the ground. A shockwave spread out, terrifying to the extreme, causing countless rocks on the ground to explode and fly out horizontally.2

At the same time, Ayres' body flew out along with the shockwave. He flew out like a kite with a broken string and landed heavily on the ground.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of dark red blood was spat out from Ayres' mouth. Her delicate and beautiful face became extremely pale. Her lips were stained with blood and looked exceptionally bright. She had a different kind of bewitching beauty.

However, this kind of bewitching beauty could not bring any vitality to Ayres.

Dong!

A loud sound resounded in the void. After which, the ground shook and a tall and mighty figure appeared in front of Ayres.

Ayres raised his head slightly and saw the figure of the thirty-fifth tall fatty in his line of sight. Despair immediately appeared in her beautiful eyes. However, her face remained calm. There was no despair on her face. She just calmly looked at the thirty-fifth tall fatty.

Number Thirty-Five also looked at Ayres quietly.

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