"Do you feel it?"
042 asked while marching. He was standing at the front of the team. The solid armor would be the toughest shield.
"Yes, and it's getting deeper." 016 replied. She knew exactly what 042 was talking about, the emotion called fear.
For some reason, the fog in the valley became thicker and thicker, severely suppressing the field of vision, and the visible distance was pitifully short. In the midst of this, the demon hunters all vaguely felt the rising fear.
This is very strange. In the knowledge of the Demon Hunting Cult, the emotion of fear is the brain's self-protection, warning humans not to get close to the unknown that may be dangerous.
After training, demon hunters have the ability to suppress their emotions in order to pursue absolute rationality in front of demons. But now that there is no erosion and no demons, their rationality is being gradually eroded.
016 looked at the fog around them vigilantly, as if there was something beyond the demons in this strange fog that was affecting them.
"011 reporting the situation."
The demon hunter's eyes are as bright as torches. 011's power is Shangdafeng. Although the predicted future is very short, in this mysterious situation, an extra minute or a second may be the key to changing the situation.
011 regularly activates his power to provide early warnings to the entire team.
"Safety."
He answered briefly.
The three of them began to go deeper and deeper into the fog. As the fog thickened, they found it difficult to determine their direction. Even the buildings became blurry, as if at some inadvertent moment, they had arrived at an unknown world.
In fact, it is more or less the same to think so. The entire Valley Town is closed and completely isolated from the real world. It is not wrong to say that it is a world separated from ordinary people.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a surge of wind, and the thick fog was stirred by an unknown giant hand, rolling up chaotic ash.
Almost at this moment, a rusty long sword, stained with disgusting blood, cut through the mist, targeting 016.
"careful!"
Shang Dafeng's power played its due role at this moment. 011 might not have time to remind others, but this did not prevent him from taking action. He raised his sword and blocked the sudden attack.
The cooperation between the demon hunters was demonstrated at this moment. At the same moment when the metal clanged, 042 came wielding a nail sword. He was wearing the strongest armor and didn't care about the danger hidden in the fog at all.
The spiked sword was raised high above his head, and then suddenly fell down, like an executioner's blade that sentenced death.
The power is surging. Many times, the demon hunters are not very efficient in killing the enemies, or they choose according to different situations. Most of the demon hunters will leave cruel wounds on the enemies, as if they are torturing the enemies, but in fact this is not a psychological abnormality or a bad taste, it is just to scare the enemies.
It is more terrifying to instill fear into the mind of an enemy than to defeat him.
Many ordinary people who fight against the demon hunters are not killed by the demon hunters, but lose their fighting spirit out of fear under the demon hunters' almost crazy attacks.
Fear is a universal language that transcends countries and species.
The spiked sword fell smoothly, and the arm holding the long knife rose up out of thin air, followed by large amounts of blood gushing out.