Monster Paradise

Ten seconds.

20 seconds.

30 seconds...

White-faced people have been silently counting the time of dragon flame, and their faces are getting ugly.

At the moment when Lin Huang and black charcoal were spraying dragon inflammation, he actually thought of sacrificing one or two warriors and rushing up to interrupt dragon inflammation spraying directly. Because the coverage of dragon inflammation is simply unavoidable, there are only two ways to respond to such attacks, either directly interrupted or only by defensive means.

But he rethinks that the dragon's inflammatory spewing has time limits for the dragon's blood species. It takes more than a dozen or twenty seconds to carry it, and the other party will consume a lot of life, far more than its own defense. If we fall back into a war of attrition, the situation will greatly benefit us.

So he chose hard resistance.

But half a minute went by, and the burning point of the dragon flame showed no signs of diminishing.

The white-faced man clearly felt that in addition to the two or three mutated souls, the defensive layer of the other five souls had begun to become problematic, "One more time, their lives will surely not last long. ”

But he lost count, and a minute later, the burning of the dragon flame was still as strong as it had been.

White-faced people are starting to get a little anxious.

The defensive layer of the five secondary mutant warriors has faltered and could collapse at any moment. Wearing semi-depth armor, although it completely isolates the damage of dragon inflammation, the continued depletion of armor's vitality also begins to make you feel stressed.

“It's been a minute...” The white-faced man looked at the warrior soul in front of him and only two or three mutations left now can forcibly break through the dragon flame cover, but the closer he travels in the dragon flame, the higher the destructive power and temperature of the dragon flame, the more likely the result of the forcible breakthrough is the destruction of the warrior soul. With this in mind, the white-faced man bit his teeth and chose to continue to die, "I don't believe how long you can spray with dragon flame! ”

1 min 10 sec,

1 minute 15 seconds,

1 min 20 sec...

White-faced people continue to count time in their hearts, and every second they increase in numbers is a pain for him.

At 1 minute and 23 seconds, the defensive layer of the first warrior's soul finally collapsed, and the soul, whose life was depleted, burned in dragon flames, turned into a nothingness in less than two seconds.

At 1 minute 26 seconds, the second Soul Defense Layer also collapsed...

One minute, 32 seconds, and the third is nothing.

1 min 36 sec, 4th...

1 min 42 sec, 5th...

The two immortals, under the condition that their lives can be completely exhausted, are also unable to return to heaven, and there is no residue left from the burning of the dragon flame.

Finally, the remaining two or three mutant souls, the defense layer also began to shake...

White-faced people themselves have only a third of their lives left.

Successive miscalculations in battle cost the white-faced a lot.

The dragon flame that lasted for more than a minute and forty seconds and still showed no signs of attenuation, caused far greater shock and confusion to white-faced people than just seeing Lin Huang spit dragon flame out of his mouth.

But at this moment, the emotions that occupy most of his heart are not shocks, not failures, but regrets.

He regretted not interrupting Lin Huang's dragon flame spray sooner, and regretted choosing to spend it with Lin Huang later. If those two decisions were made correctly, there might be some loss on their own, but it is by no means as serious as it is now.

Watching the remaining two or three mutant warriors is almost unbearable, and the tangle on the white man's face is wiped out, suddenly he has two more slap-sized sculptures in his hand.

Looking at the two sculptures in his hand, the white-faced man whispered to himself, "God, I have defiled your treasure, and when I return, I will sin in death. ”

When the voice fell, he held onto two sculptures and pressed them into his chest.

After a moment, both figures appeared in front of him.

Those are two beasts, and the breath is strong enough to conceal even two or three mutant beast souls.

A physique resembles a feline animal, but has a skull-like ghost face, spiked teeth in its mouth, and a body behind its head that looks like a leopard that has been enlarged several times, long stature, and patchy.

The other snake-head monster, below his head, is in the form of a hoof animal, but covered in metallic squamous armor. Four giant hooves are bigger than a basin, and I'm afraid most monsters can't stand the iron hoof.

Neither of Lin Huang's beasts could be named, so defenseless to stand in the sea of dragonflame, it seems that there is no discomfort at all.

“Break the Dragon Flame Spray!” After a white-faced instruction, the two beasts looked up to the sky and quickly locked the location of Lin Huang and the black charcoal above.

The shadows swept up like loaded shells, rising against the waterfall-like dragon flames.

The black dragon flame flushes the flesh of two different beasts with horrific destructive power and high temperatures, but the flesh of both beasts has not been damaged in any way, as if they were completely immune to the attack effect of dragon flame.

Lin Huang and black charcoal naturally perceive this scene, and the dragon flame coverage area is like a large area for both of us, where everything that happens can be easily perceived by both of us.

Including the two sculptures just taken out by the white-faced man, Lin Huang also saw them clearly.

“This guy actually has two figurines?! ”

Later, the white-faced man pushed the two figurines into his chest, and Lin Huanghuang began to condense. Unexpectedly now, the white-faced man merged his warrior soul into the figurine and summoned two figurine warriors.

Lin Huang has learned something about the character of the figurine from the tablet.

The Warrior Spirit integrates into the Terracotta, and while it does not improve the Warrior Spirit's combat power, it does give the Warrior Spirit a spirit-level flesh. Power below the spiritual level, don't say it's damaged, it's impossible to leave a thick trace of hair on the flesh. Such a warrior soul, physical defense, is completely immune to the power beneath the gods.

And that's why these two warriors can harden dragon flames and easily reflux up without spending a tiny bit of their lives.

Watching the two beasts rush out of the dragon flame, pounding towards themselves and the black charcoal, Lin Huang pulled up the knife, one knife cut into the moon-toothed black light to stop the waist against the two beasts.

The two beasts roared, making no hesitation, and slammed towards the knife.

In the moment of impact, the knife flashes enough to kill the powerful in the Black Gold.

The two beasts jumped over the knife without even being stopped at all.

Lin Huang's life can cover the knife body, immerse the entire knife body in black, trigger it, jump from the back of the black charcoal ridge, and cut it off towards the face of two different beasts.

“Boom!”

The knife collided with the paw teeth of the beast, and a fierce burst of noise exploded.

There was a gust of wind in the void.

Lin Huang only felt a strong force coming from the blade of the battle knife. That backlash force exceeded his lifetime of encountering all opponents. In a flash, the knife almost broke off. The life of the knife collapsed on its own, and the sound of a broken bone was hidden in both arms.

At the next moment, Lin Huanghuang's figure backfired like a shell, falling hard into the far ground.

Of course, the two beasts are not entirely fine. Although they were strong, they could not be defeated, but they could not protect themselves from the powerful force of the forest. Their bodies were also reflexed and two great pits were thrown out on the ground.

Black charcoal immediately stopped the eruption of dragon flame, and a wingspan appeared over the deep pit that Lin Huangbang had smashed, some worried about looking under the dusty deep pit.

“I'm fine. ”

Under the repair of divine regenerative abilities, only the work of winking, Lin Huanghuang's broken arms recovered intact, and the shock injuries were repaired as many times as possible.

He flashed back onto the back of the black charcoal.

Lost control of the dragon flame, the white-faced man returned to the sky, and those two three mutated souls were retrieved by him. Without collapse, the lives of the two warriors were almost exhausted, and there was no way to fight again.

Seven souls of the other party were defeated. This round was clearly won by Lin Huangsheng.

However, Lin Huang felt some headache when he saw two monsters climbing out of a deep underground pit, shaking all over his body without any damage, and then appearing in front of the white face man.