At This Moment, the World Has Entered the Era of Terror (The Era of Global Weirdness)

497 Boundless, extreme despair!

Although it didn't last long, the ghosts in the hundreds of layers of ghosts were all released by Lin Feng's ghosts.

Even if a layer of ghosts can only last for one second, it can last for hundreds of seconds.

In fact, a layer of ghosts lasted for more than a second.

The ghost of the footsteps and the ghost of Lin Feng's ghost are not one-to-one.

Instead, change more.

A wisp of ghostly sound of footsteps will annihilate at least dozens of wisps of Lin Feng ghosts.

But even with one exchange, Lin Feng's ghost spirits released a lot of ghost energy.

So, if it's just a ghost, Lin Feng's ghost clothes can last for a long time.

Of course, the premise is that the footsteps - only a ghost attack.

Once the footsteps are attacked by other means, the duration of this ghost clothing will be measured in seconds.

"Zizi~"

In the constant silence of ghosts, Lin Feng felt those eyes that were extremely cold.

The footsteps were watching him.

It's too dark in here.

However, Lin Feng could already see the sound of footsteps, but he couldn't see its appearance at all, because its surroundings were shrouded in gray-black ghosts.

These ghosts are extremely terrifying.

Let the footsteps seem to be just like a group of ghosts.

When the footsteps looked at Lin Feng, Lin Feng was once again shrouded in despair.

Boundless despair surged up.

Even though the footsteps haven't made any attacks yet, the desperation alone has caused Lin Feng to give birth to an illusion.

This despair is stronger than the kind of despair that was in a dream, enough to make a person despair to commit suicide, or even ashes, forever immersed in despair... 10,000 times!

Even Lin Feng, at this time, was desperate to every cell, and it was this kind of despair.

Then, he gave birth to many illusions.

Countless illusions, these illusions are strange, and there are all kinds of despair in them.

There are also many tragic deaths.

one, two,

One hundred, two hundred.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand,

A hundred million, a billion,

It seems to be the despair of countless people, condensed together.

This despair overwhelmed Lin Feng, making Lin Feng forget to breathe.

No, it was impossible to breathe at all.

This despair is really bigger than a mountain...

No, heavier than a planet.

Now, Lin Feng's chest seems to be pressing a whole planet, and this planet is pressing against Lin Feng, making Lin Feng completely breathless.

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If it is someone else, I am afraid that just because they can't breathe, they will die after a long time.

But not for long.

The illusion passed by Lin Feng's eyes, and there was a feeling of one second and ten thousand years.

Countless phantoms, these phantoms, are the desperate cry of many, endless people at the moment of death.

There were even tears in Lin Feng's eyes, which was a manifestation of being so deeply affected by despair that he couldn't remember who he was, and was completely immersed in that despair.

This despair is too strong.

It seems to condense the despair of countless people.

Lin Feng had no way of knowing why these footsteps were so desperate.

Don't say that shit.

It is this desperation, once released, that is enough to make everyone commit suicide collectively.

No, not suicide.

Instead, he was directly heartbroken, and then finished.

No matter how many people there are.

Whether it is a satellite city people.

Still a man from Central City.

still is...

A whole world of people!