Fat was on the battlefield, and this time it can be said that he really showed his might.
He has a long stick in his hand, and every swing shakes the void. A group of lower master gods were invincible, so they could only dodge and flee desperately, without even a chance to fight back.
In less than a minute, there were only eleven of the ninety-seven besieging lower master gods left. The others had completely lost their fighting power, and they were limp to the side, not even having the strength to stand up.
"Escape?! Do you think you can escape?"
Fate smashed out with another stick, and the ninety law secret lines on the long stick continued to circulate, and became thicker and longer constantly, hammering towards one of them.
The next main god fled desperately, but still not as fast as Fat's attack. The end of the stick slammed into his back like a sledgehammer, sending him flying, completely losing his combat power.
Fat's attack naturally targeted more than one person, otherwise the efficiency would be too low. He swung his arm vigorously, and the giant stick swept out, slashing in a circle in the void.
Under the swing of the giant stick, the entire void trembled.
But after this lap, five people were directly blown away.
"There are the last five!"
Fate succeeded in one blow, and looked into the distance. He quickly found the target again, and bombarded the end of the long stick with his palm. The long stick was thrown out like a spear.
"boom!"
A moment later, the long stick hit the back of a strong man's head, and the strong man fainted on the spot.
At this time, Fate arrived at no time, and just grabbed one end of the long stick, and then swept out with a seemingly casual blow.
The long stick was like an endless long whip, and it was whipped out towards the distance.
The entire void made a tearing sound under this blow.
Fat's stick hit three people one after another, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard from all three of them.
Fat didn't even look at it, and appeared directly in front of the last person.
"Hey, don't run away, there are ninety-seven people, and you are the last one left."
The next main god was thin and thin, and when he saw that he was blocked by Fate, he completely lost the idea of resisting.
The battle started less than a minute and a half ago. It was supposed to be ninety-seven people besieging one person, but it turned out that one person chased and killed ninety-seven people, and ninety-six of them were directly beaten to the point where they couldn't take care of themselves. This cast a shadow over the heart of the thin and small lower lord god.
He raised his hands helplessly, "I surrender, don't slap me in the face..."
Fate raised the long stick in his hand, and slammed it towards his face, then followed the second stick, the third stick, one stick after another, "The first wave locked you, but unexpectedly I shrank my neck and dodged it directly. The second wave of attacks locked on you again, and I shrank my neck to dodge again. I let you shrink your neck, let you shrink your neck... "
Seeing Fate beating the skinny man into a pig's head with resentment on his face, Guding and the others were also a little speechless.
On the other side, the battle between Docter and Brin is still going on.
Brin, who was trapped in the [Absolute Domain], couldn't break free at all.
Because the [Absolute Domain] used by Dokot this time is a type of trapping enemies, no matter how Brin moves, these throwing knives will move with him. And according to the rules of the secret pattern of heaven, he began to attack Brin continuously.
Naturally, it was impossible for Brin to ignore the attacks of hundreds of divine soldiers of character, especially since he had lost the protection of divine soldiers of moral character, any attack could bring his life into danger.
Brin not only moved in the [Absolute Domain] with body skills, but also took the initiative to attack the attacks that he couldn't dodge. Change, not head-on.
But the facts proved that no matter how hard he tried, none of the hundreds of throwing knives were reduced. Even if it is knocked out, it will automatically be corrected by the secret pattern of heaven and attack again.
"I've dealt with them all, and your side seems to have the upper hand..." After Fatt dealt with all the enemies, a flash appeared beside Dokot, and he smiled and looked at the ball of throwing knives dancing wildly Area.
"The middle god is really not that easy to deal with." Docte shook his head helplessly, "I can only try my best to wear away the power of law remaining in his body, but it seems that it will take a lot of time to do it. "
"If you add more throwing knives, won't it make him wear out faster?" Fate made a suggestion. "I remember that your set of throwing knives has 3,600 handles, right?"
"It's better to forget it, and save it for unforeseen needs." Docte shook his head, "If I play all the cards now, if he still has the cards, wouldn't he be overturned by then?!"
After all, Docter is an old fritter who is good at actual combat. He naturally knows that no matter what time it is, he must leave his own cards. Otherwise, if the other party comes back, I really have nothing to do.
"The middle god has not yet opened the big world to face off, and he has not shown any other cards. The more this is the case, the more careful he should be."
On the Dream, Neptune also agreed with Docter's caution.
"I also have a faint feeling of uneasiness. The middle god can win the respect of this group of lower gods. It should not be just the effect of the suppression of cultivation." Gu Ding also nodded. As the captain of a pirate group, he It is very clear that to become the leader of a team, there must be something that can convince people. Moreover, from the previous video projection, those lower gods respected him very much, and it could even be said that he had a feeling of worship.
While Guding and his team were discussing, the blond-haired Brin didn't seem too flustered in the sphere formed by the flying knives.
While dodging calmly, he blocked the attack of the flying knife.
"This is going on endlessly, this teacher is really difficult..." Brin frowned slightly, "I don't know what's going on outside now, whether the others have taken down the other kid... But, time really can't be delayed any longer Well, the longer it drags on, the more people will rush over. Even if I win by then, I'm afraid I won't have the extra strength to face other pursuers."
Thinking of this, Brin looked down at the storage watch on his arm. After hesitating for a moment, he finally chose to put his mental power into it.
After a while, a pair of gloves appeared in his hand.
It was a pair of silver gloves, which looked a bit like metal, but they seemed to be very soft in his hands.
And Brin, after sighing lightly, finally chose to put on these gloves...