"The sea breeze is so comfortable." Youwu murmured, "So the environment in hell is so livable?"
He stood on the sea, soaked, his hair sticking to his cheeks and neck, his wet shirt outlining the beautiful curve of his waist and abdomen, like a beauty just out of the bath. No one has ever been able to combine the beauty of masculine hardness and feminine softness like him, like a work of art created by gods and demons, confusing all living beings with a chaotic color.
The sea beneath him had been dyed a deep dark red. Corpses floated on the surface of the sea. These forgotten people who had lost even their names once again lost the right to exist.
But only a small number of enemies died. More Forsaken were wandering in the air and in the sea, and in the distance more white foam was growing and condensing rapidly.
The Forsaken were not reduced to blind and foolish killing weapons, they had indeed recovered to their former heyday, including their combat wisdom... They realized that the tactic of adding fuel to the fire was meaningless against the Mist, and the one standing before them was no longer a stray dog running away in fear, but an immortal evil ghost crawling out of the hell of the end of the world.
If what happened just now was hunting, then this was a real war. They had the violence to destroy the world, but the other side was violence itself.
Youwu tilted her neck, and her neck made a crisp sound.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, counting the power he could use: "First level of Hell Wing, Soul Heaven, only so many magic spirits, not many wonders, and only 25% soul fusion degree, the enemy is tens of thousands of demigods, this is really..."
You Wu narrowed her eyes slightly and shrugged in a disinterested manner: "...Boring."
Groups of souls flew out of the sea. Youwu clapped his hands and pressed them into dark blue paint. He dug with his fingertips and gently smeared them on the corners of his eyes. Then he tore open his shirt and smeared the blue paint on his chest, abdomen, and arms, constructing an evil and mysterious rune on his body surface.
"It feels so good... No wonder the Mirror Demon likes that guy so much."
Youwu's face flushed, and she murmured, "No, this can't just let Vichy enjoy it. After Vichy is done, I'll switch to Vichy's body to fuck Ash... Although I didn't consider the need to exchange consciousness at the beginning, adjusting the ruby chain should be able to achieve this function..."
clang!
The light that penetrated the sky and the earth instantly submerged Youwu's figure and evaporated thousands of tons of seawater below him, but a strange darkness appeared inside the shining light column. This was a mixed light column constructed by more than 700 demigods working together. Even space collapsed, and the light was swallowed up to form a black hole.
The Second Hell had never been so bright since its creation, but there had never been seven hundred people in the Second Hell at the same time. The beam of light lasted for ten seconds, like a burning spear that would nail the sinners to death under the deep sea, and like a fateful purgatory that would burn the humble ants to ashes!
The strong beam of light suddenly weakened, and the deep sea once again turned a deep blood color. The sinner escaped from the beam of light and was killing people in the deep sea!
Thousands of ice sorcerers performed miracles at the same time. Violent snowstorms blew across the sea, freezing the entire sea area. Even the ocean tides were transformed into delicate ice crystal sculptures!
Pah! The topless Youwu laughed wildly as he broke through the ice. His charming and crazy laughter made the Forsaken people's minds excited. He was surrounded by countless wailing ghosts, as if he was wearing a heavy armor. He was an army of thousands and a thousand horses, and he was the embodiment of fear!
No magic spirits are needed. The Phantom Light uses soul pigments to paint specific runes on the body, which can gather ghosts to form a defensive armor. Just like the "God's Power" of the physical magician and the "God's Prison" of the archer, magicians who specialize in special magic will master some miracles that can be triggered without magic spirits.
The Forsaken closest to the mist roared down like a hammer of judgment, punishing the sinners who escaped from the ice.
A cruel smile appeared on Youwu's lips, and he clapped his hands. "Soul Screaming Sound Waves" burst out from both sides, like two invisible giant hands that slapped the physical demigod into blood mud like a fly. Then Youwu pinched it casually and grabbed a silent soul from the blood mud.
He smiled and rubbed the soul vigorously. The soul was torn into pieces in his hands bit by bit, but it did not fly away. Finally, the intense pain completely overwhelmed the limits of rationality. The soul let out a hoarse cry and merged into the ghost armor of the mist!
While the mist was ravaging the soul, the other forgotten ones had already launched another world-destroying disaster. Millions of tons of seawater completely deviated from the restrictions of gravity and poured down towards the mist from bottom to top like a landslide and tsunami. The wind, fire, and lightning that destroyed the world were as dense as a rainstorm. As far as the mist could see, there was undisguised murderous intent in the sky and in the sea.
I miss this life of being enemies with the whole world...
Youwu's eyes were filled with tears, and he was so moved that he almost cried. Even his desire to go back to play in Vichy was temporarily suppressed. He now wanted to recall his lost youth and relive it again...
The feeling of trampling everything you see into the mud!
The wonder "Refractive Guardian" is perfectly integrated with the "Ghost Armor" woven by Youwu. Now the Refractive Guardian is no longer only immune to one attack, but can be immune to all damage for a certain period of time. During this period, all damage will be converted into pain thousands of times and inflicted on the ghost on the armor. The number of refractions will not be consumed until the ghost is squeezed and destroyed to melt.
The mist swept across the spectacular rainstorm wantonly, like a blue petrel. When his mind swept across the Soul Heaven, all the magic spirits trembled and knelt on the ground. The substitute magic spirits even covered up the key magic spirits such as the Heart Sword and prayed that they would not be noticed by the mist.
"Soul reflection, soul screaming sound waves, soul pressure, hum..."
You Wu looked disdainful. The superior wonders that the demigod organization relied on were not even as good as garbage in his eyes. "There are still many key magic spirits in the demon form... Just use them reluctantly."
As Youwu's mind worked, a new wonder was built in the Soul Heaven at an incredible speed. You have to know that if a certain node of the wonder is unbalanced, it will collapse instantly. Even if there are detailed wonder techniques, it usually takes dozens of failures to build it. And to build a wonder from scratch, the construction time is even measured in years.
And Youwu used a bunch of magic spirits that he had seen for the first time to easily build a brand new high-level wonder in the Soul Heaven involving hundreds of magic spirits, as easily as playing with mud. The new wonder looked like a female statue nailed to a stake, and its appearance was not hideous, and even had a kind of pity beauty, but all the magic spirits watching fainted without exception.
All the sorcerers inside the wonder looked haggard. After all, they had just overloaded and caused the "Demon Form" project to go bankrupt. They had not had enough rest and were unable to operate new large-scale projects.
But for Youwu, this is not a problem at all. He is best at persuasion, whether it is for people or magic spirits.
A ghost in the armor melted quietly, and the desperate soul energy was poured into the wonder. The huge fear swept away the fatigue of the magic spirits. When the mist injected the source power, all the magic spirits squeezed out the last bit of energy and went all out. The new wonder instantly responded to his call, and the ghost armor on the surface of the body changed again, turning into a transparent and graceful dark gauze, which matched the dark blue lines on his upper body.
Wonderful dark soul form!
The violent magic spectacle blew the hem of the gauze dress up, but failed to leave even the slightest ripple on it. Instead, it made the color of the gauze dress even deeper.
Youwu's figure suddenly accelerated, like a streak of dark color passing through the sky, rushing into the Forsaken's spellcasting group. As he let out a wild roar, the soul screaming sound waves that almost turned into substance instantly shook all the demigods around him into blood mist.
The killer spread his virtual wings at will, closed his eyes and enjoyed the wonderful pleasure in the bloody sky.
The Forsaken around them were all at a standstill for a moment. They couldn't understand what was happening before their eyes. They needed to re-evaluate Youwu's strength.
In fact, Youwu's strength has not changed. He still has those magic spirits and the first level of Hell Wing. The only variable is the ghosts he just collected, but the number of Forsaken is enough to ignore such insignificant variables. However, if having more people is useful, then what is the point of realm
The wonder "Dark Soul Form" he constructed is not very powerful, but the special thing is that it can perfectly integrate "Ghost Armor" and "Refractive Guardian". When Youwu is hurt, the Refractive Guardian will absorb the damage, and the tortured ghosts will be responsible for providing energy. The absorbed damage will be stored in the gauze clothes. As long as Youwu casts soul magic, the stored damage will burst out along with the soul attack!
Torture, absorb, explode, and collect ghosts again!
With just a few of the wonders that Ash collected, Youwu built a battle system with unlimited endurance that could allow him to defeat thousands of enemies alone!
The only drawback is that it's too slow!
After collecting the surrounding ghosts, Youwu spread his virtual wings and charged towards the demigod army. However, facing a mere enemy, these demigods who could destroy the world actually took the initiative to stay away. No one dared to challenge him head-on. Thousands of troops avoided the dark veil!
But this did not mean that the Forsaken would retreat. The nameless monsters did not even have the qualifications to fail. They switched to a full-scale long-range offensive, no longer giving Youwu a chance to fight in close combat, and tried to use the kite tactic to wear Youwu down!
This is the most shameless and despicable way of fighting, but the fact that thousands of demigods can only fight a war of attrition with one enemy is enough to prove that they have given up hope of defeating Youwu.
Youwu became irritable. His slight resentment was a torment to the ghosts, making the wailing in the air even more shrill. Once the demigods with insufficient soul foundation heard the ghosts' miserable howling, they would feel dizzy at best, and their minds would collapse at worst!
Now the situation is like facing a large group of flies that can attack from a distance. Although you can beat them, they will dodge as soon as you approach them. If you ignore them, they will come to harass you again. Youwu hates this feeling... because usually he is the fly.
Moreover, the source power was consumed too quickly, and there were not many source crystals left. If this continued, he might really be exhausted to death. In fact, he didn't care about Ash's life or death, but when he thought of the cute and tender Vichy waiting for him in reality, even if it was to satisfy his evil taste, Youwu had to hold on until he returned to reality.
He no longer wanted to save the world, he just wanted to experience all the joys he had given up in the past, and... He told Vichy to cherish the last bit of time, stop chasing after power, and feel the beauty of the world. If he had a plan, he should experience the feeling of happiness.
Youwu took out a few bottles of essence of knowledge and poured them directly into his mouth.
The alternation between extreme pain and extreme pleasure had no effect on him, and his prison wings quickly grew to the second level. In addition to the increase in the length of the prison wings, his silver wings also extended by a quarter, maintaining the same length as the hell virtual wings.
When Youwu wanted to continue drinking, he found that his hand was tightly grasping the essence of knowledge, but he just couldn't drink it into his mouth.
He thought about it and realized that these knowledge essences had other uses. He couldn't help but sneered: "Stupid, let those women always be weaker than you, then you can play with them at will, right?"