The scorching golden red exploded twice in the anaerobic space formed by the sand cover, and the re-consolidated sand cover was torn to pieces; immediately the powerful shock wave and high-intensity energy collided with the super power with overwhelming force. The outside of the large bubble suddenly expanded the volume of the super large bubble by half!
In an instant, the super-large bubble that had been deformed by the impact exploded under the load, and countless amounts of silvery dust suddenly filled the place. Wu Qi's body was hit hard by the high-intensity measurable wave that burst the super-large bubble, and all his clothes were torn to pieces by the measurable torrent in the blink of an eye. Yidong's pitch-black scales were like shattered glass. Countless shiny cracks appeared.
Wu Qi's body was hit by the powerful move and flew 20 meters away, falling to the ground in a panic.
But his plan succeeded. What breaks through the super-large bubbles is the measurable high-intensity part of the pyrotechnic explosion, but not the deadly flames of thousands of degrees. As long as he is hit by a high-intensity torrent, his human body will not be able to withstand it and maintain the ability to move.
After Wu Qi fell to the ground, he quickly clapped his hands on the ground and bounced up. Although the pitch-black scales all over his body were covered with glowing cracks and were so fragile that they seemed to break at the touch of a touch, the landing of his feet was still steady.
But in front of Wu Qi, the flaming clothes around Yanmao were all burned out. Circles of golden-red sparks floated around it, mixed with the measurable silver dust-like fragments left behind by the explosion of super-large bubbles, creating a unique kind of beauty.
Yanmao stared at Wu Qi with his dark blue left eye widened, and those eyes contained two emotions: anger and horror at the same time. Obviously, Wu Qi's "deviant tactics" put out the pyrotechnic flames, which was a big blow to it.
Wu Qi adjusted his breathing for a second and checked the amount of energy left outside his body. His measurable stock has completely bottomed out. No matter whether Jie Donglai expands the "gravity field" to control sand over a large area or creates measurable creations, it will be useless.
Wu Qi looked at Yanmao carefully. The color of Yanmao's fur is much darker than when he first saw it, his mouth and nose are breathing harder, and elongated strands of saliva can be seen between the teeth. The damage to its right eye is even more devastating. If not treated in time, it can easily become infected with mutated bacteria.
"The Flame Cat has used two powerful Pyroblasts. Its current physical strength and energy should have fallen to the edge of the weak boundary." Wu Qi thought to himself.
He finally managed to force Yanmao, who had a third-level natural control power, into a difficult situation in a knifeless battle. If he didn't take advantage of the victory now, he would wait until later!
Wu Qi raised the bow with his left leg and held the arrow with his right leg, walking towards Yanmao one step at a time. The jet-black scales full of cracks not only did not make him look weak, but also enhanced the aura of the god of war that Ye Chang had when he crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Come on." Wu Qi said two words lightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot in a second.
Yanmao was finally afraid. It roared low, spitting fire all over its body and stirring up a thousand-degree hot wind, forming a wind and fire armor around its body. The Wind and Fire Armor has extremely hot wind pressure at a thousand degrees. Whenever a hunter gets close to it, he will suffer the pain of extremely hot purgatory. Even if he has strong heat resistance, he will not be able to breathe.
After preparing its defensive legs, Yanmao's first move was to turn around and run away. However, as soon as it turned its head, it suddenly felt a stinging pain between its brows. An arrow shot into its eyebrow at an unknown moment. It was inserted into the wound left by the previous arrow that was blown away by the extremely hot wind pressure, and pierced deeper.
Wu Qi did not choose to get close, but picked up the disappearing archery technique. The power of the Wind and Fire Armor lies in its protection against close range attacks. It is obviously not as strong as the Fire Mask against long-range attacks. Yan Mao took the lead in using the Wind and Fire Armor, which gave Wu Qi a chance to restrain himself.
Yanmao's whole body was trembling faintly, and almost all of its dull red hair stood on end. It turned its head suddenly, and at the same time condensed the fire mask that protected its head and the flame wings of the command, spinning in the air with the potential to soar.
Wu Qi's attack once again guessed Yan Mao's movements. The moment he stepped on his feet, three torrents of sand at his feet stabbed out diagonally like spears, striking Yan Mao as he was about to fly high in the sky. Pierced by the Flame Cat's wings of flame. Yanmao stirred up the extremely hot wind pressure all over his body and shook away the torrent of sand that interfered with the flame wings. Wu Qi used that short time to leap forward and appeared above Yanmao in a volley!
Wu Qi's left foot kicked the tail of the arrow inserted into Yan Mao's eyebrow as fast as a bullet. The kick injected a strong repulsive force, pushing the arrow another 3 centimeters in length. The sharp arrow cracked Yanmao's skull with a crisp click and squeezed in.
The severe pain that penetrated the brain like lightning instantly took away Yanmao's ability to move. Yanmao's flame wings and the wind and fire armor that protected the body both disappeared, and the huge body that flew high fell straight to the sand.
Wu Qi took advantage of Yan Mao's fall and grabbed Yan Mao's ears. Using the force of his legs and arms, he used the reaction force to pull himself onto Yan Mao's neck, riding up to Yan Mao's body; his right leg swept across his waist. He took an arrow from his quiver and pierced Yanmao's intact left eye with an arrow; Zuo Shituo danced a long bow and used the bowstring as a sharp weapon to jam Yanmao's neck and strangle Yanmao's neck.
Wu Qi, who had versatile legs, suppressed Yan Mao at close range with the highest efficiency. A second later, Yanmao's body crashed to the ground, and a large amount of sand and dust flew into the air like a fountain.
Yan Mao, who was completely blind, struggled crazily to beg Wu Qi to come back. He used his left paw to push Wu Qi's right leg and wrist with all his strength to prevent the arrow that blinded his left eye from piercing deeper; he dug his right paw into it. Holding the bow string to resist with all his strength, he squeezed out all the energy he could to ignite the flames and burn Wu Qi.
Wu Qi straddled the back of the Yanmao's neck, enduring the flames and praying to kill it there. Why don't you stab it in the brain with an arrow? Why don't you use a bow string to strangle its neck
Yanmao had very little body left at this time, and the temperature of the flames erupting from his body and the measurable torrent that came with it were also not as good as before. But the skinny camel was bigger than a horse. The scorching flames that continued to wrap around Wu Qi's body caused the dark scales with numerous cracks to break and peel off. The skin on the outside was charred and carbonized at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ten seconds of wrestling seemed like ten hours. After wrestling with Yan Mao for a long time, even if Wu Qi could break the limits of the human body and perform anaerobic exercise, he could not avoid breathing heavily. And what he inhaled was hundreds of thousands of degrees of heat. Those heats destroyed the heart and lungs without mercy. Soon Wu Qi could no longer use his organs to breathe. The only thing that maintained his body's strength was the driving force of the Dongshisheng virus. .
Regardless of Yanmao or Wu Qi, their perception, strength, and consciousness become weaker every second.
Wu Qi's eyes were blinded by the hot air, and his eardrums had long since been burned out. Gradually, his sense of time began to blur, and he could vaguely hear the sounds of other hunters arriving in the distance, but it seemed like they were not there.
At a certain moment, the sharp bow string cracked the hard skin of Yanmao's neck and severed its carotid artery. At the critical moment when Yan Maoqiu was suffering from massive hemorrhage and shock, the first few muscle fibers of Wu Qi's left arm were completely severed by the scorching flames.
The Yanmao immediately used flames to sinter the blood vessels on its neck. It had little strength left, and with a slight scratch, it removed the long bow that almost killed it. Then it reversed its legs and clawed Wu Qi's right leg from the wrist. Cut it from the east.
The arrow that pierced Yanmao's left eye finally lost the power to go deeper. Yanmao pulled out the arrow and the broken eyeball with force, turned over and threw Wu Qi from his head to the ground.
There was a soft thud, and Wu Qi fell flat on the sand. He no longer had the strength to stand up, but Yanmao held on to his weak and seriously injured body, put his paws on the ground, and tried to stand up straight.
There were two hunter teams approaching quickly, one behind the other, in and outside the liquid plain to the west and south. Yanmao was blind, but his sense of smell was dulled due to serious injuries, but he could smell the dangerous smell coming from not far away.
Yanmao identified Wu Qi's approximate location and patted Wu Qi's chest with his paw. All of Wu Qi's ribs shattered, his heart was squeezed to the point of bursting, and more than a dozen short bone spurs pierced his heart and lungs.
After mending the knife, Yanmao shook his slender tail, dripped a long stream of saliva from his mouth, and ran limping towards the northeast. Its back became smaller very quickly, and when the hunters saw it, they tried their best to shoot several arrows that spanned a kilometer, but in the end they could not help but stick them in the sand behind Yanmao's butt.
The severely injured Yan Mao fled away, and his previous figure completely disappeared at the end of the Silver Sand Desert.
The sound of stomping footsteps rang in Wu Qi's ears, but Wu Qi couldn't hear anything. The two hunter teams arrived belatedly, and what they saw was the tragic scene in the east.
There is not an inch of silver-red sand with a radius of one hundred meters that is not stained with strong measurable traces, and the heat in the air is still very high, especially next to Wu Qi. The hunters instinctively held their breath when they approached, not daring to take a breath of the hot food. air.
The frightened hunters began searching around the place covered with measurable traces of scorching heat. In addition to Wu Qi, they soon discovered the charred corpses of four other hunters.
"The leopard head just lost its breath, and the others are also dead." The searching hunters gathered at the starting point and reported to the two hunter captains.
On the captain's side, they discovered a large amount of Yanmao's saliva and several pools of bright red blood near the place where Wu Qi fell. After a brief analysis, they knew that Yanmao was seriously injured and it was possible that he might have escaped with his exhausted body in the first place.
After knowing this, the hunters were extremely unwilling. The Leopard Head Team paid the price of the sacrifice of all members to injure the Yanmao to the point most conducive to the hunter's capture. Could it be that they arrived too late. In the final analysis, they were very unlucky that time, because the patrol route of the Leopard Head Team was too far away from that of Team 4.
The geographical advantage is not on their side.
"Go back and move their bodies back to the camp." A captain said. The only thing they can do now is to use the zombie virus to resurrect the sacrificed hunters.
The source of the green dust that heals the corpse's body is the reward given by Lord Throne. If ordinary pawns like them had not had Lidong's great merit, Luodong's injuries would not have been treated by the dust. Therefore, the so-called resurrection cannot survive.
Death is not death after all, and there is nothing more regrettable than death.
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