final doomsday

With Ito's roar, a deserted space suddenly opened up the darkness, and in the blink of an eye everyone was swallowed.

"It's not an inherent barrier, nor a realm, nor an illusion. Damn, what kind of weird thing is this?" The black cat arched up, and the hair on his back was thorny. There was a dim sky above his head, and the same was under his feet.

The land of color is surrounded by extremely weathered hills. This is a loess plateau with sandstorms all the time, and the ravines cover all the places within reach of the view.

"Welcome to my world, damn cat!" Ito's body was filled with black fog, and after a while, he threw all the plague out. Not only that, his injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a moment of release, he recovered as before. With the recovery power of the ghost clan, even if it turns into white bones, it can recover from its original state in a short time, not to mention that he has not become a real bone stand.

"Breathe your heart's content, the last air in your life!" A spiral red horn grew on Ito's head, and the canine teeth became thicker and longer, directly protruding out of his mouth. The originally pretty human teenager turned into a blink of an eye.

He became an evil ghost with green face and fangs and waist like a wine barrel, and his invisible momentum overflowed unconsciously.

"Strange, how did his oppression increase so much?" The Nightmare Meow couldn't help but take two steps back, her expression full of caution, "Is it because of the bonus of this world to him...'Mind Elephant Projection',

Could it be his ability?”

The black cat glanced around with his eyes and found that the other four people were sitting quietly behind watching the fun, without any intention of coming to help.

"This group of hunters think that a boy who can kill me with a sausage. Where does this confidence come from?" The black cat took a deep breath, and the surging black flame suddenly jumped from its thin body, "Just use the Dark Nightmare now

Angry'. Will you seem impatient?"

He thought calmly, not affected by the black flame, and formed a sharp contrast with a certain light knight. In the eyes of the black cat, the nightmare Wrath is a powerful flame and a skill that can strengthen his combat power.

.Only, it is not something that will make the soul addicted. Of course, with his mentality, he will never want to master the essence of "Dark Nightmare Wrath" in his life, let alone touching the original darkness.

(Sure enough, the condition has slipped a lot)

(The following is the discarded moral integrity)

"Huh, this, that's all right?" Passerby C gasped and touched the sweat on his forehead. But his hands were covered with dust. When the sweat mixed with it, it turned into dirty mud.

His face looked like a cat.

"No, this illusion is very real." The fake girl Guan Jun frowned and subconsciously touched her stomach. "To be honest, this is really the so-called illusion? Fujianjun. I think this is more like a different space."

"It's too early to draw a conclusion now, we don't know..." Before the muscle pervert was finished, he was interrupted by passerby C.

"I've had enough!" Passerby C sat on the ground, and after not eating water for a long time, he performed high-intensity physical labor, which made his tense nerves break at any time like silk threads. "What about prey,

Where is the prey!"

"You should receive training. You guy." Although passers-by are very tired, they are still a little easier in comparison. His ability is to "follow the fingers of soft water". When LV3, it can turn the water into a tiny blade.

, probably equivalent to the blade of a razor. This ability is quite powerful when assassinated, but when facing an ancient tree as thick as its waist, it is a little overwhelmed.

"Jun Ding, are you laughing at me?" Passerby B said in a angrily manner, and he was so angry that he was so disagreeable that he would go to chat with him.

"No, I'm just saying a fact." Passerby raised his hands and wrapped his fingertips with the clear and unpredictable water flow.

"Why are your hand behind you? Take it out quickly!" Passerby C's face changed and shouted loudly.

"Hmph. Why should I listen to you?" Passerby Ding snorted coldly, slowly bullied himself forward, licking his lips with his tongue, "Who do you think you are, the noble Lord God Giver?"

"Ha. Then who do you think you are?" Passerby C sneered disdainfully, but slowly stood up, "I am a warning man, what are you? Right, Ito-kun?"

The other five people stood aside silently, neither going up to help or stop them. However, inaction is acquiescence, which is definitely not good news for passerby C.

"You, you can't do this!" Passerby C retreated in panic, with a terror. If he still didn't understand the true meaning of those people, how could he survive until now?

"I am the only alert here. Without me, who will warn you about danger!"

"Warning?" Passerby laughed, and his voice slowly became heavy. "You haven't even noticed the stupid trap set by your prey, so who dares to call yourself a warning?"

Passerby C was trembling. His ability to "murderful aura limit" was extremely sensitive to murderous aura. It is said that when he reached a high level, he could also use murderous aura to play other tricks. But now he only felt terrifying because the murderous intent on the six people was as vast as a ocean.

"No, you can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, a finger lingering with water flowed across his fragile neck and cut off his head.

Passerby licked his fingers excitedly and swallowed with a gurgle.

"It's done well, Dingjun, very well." The muscular man nodded, his face full of praise.

"I should..." The smile of passers-by completely frozen on his face, and he didn't even notice when death came.

"Don't make a fire and barbecue, eat them quickly to replenish your physical strength." The strong muscular man's face returned to his usual coldness. He pulled off the arm of the passerby and bitten it. What's strange is that all the blood that splashed out was by him

The skin sucked in, and no drop was flowing to the ground.

"Cut, is it raw? It's really barbaric." The pseudo-girl muttered dissatisfiedly, and the action of grabbing food was not slow at all.

However, in just ten minutes, all the two corpses were penetrated into the stomachs of five people and they didn't even let them go into the water. Only bones and torn clothes were left on the ground, and this was the only proof of their existence.

"Huh, I'm barely full." The pseudo-girl patted her stomach and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. "Myong Kan, if you continue to destroy this, it will only waste your energy in vain. Don't waste your time, right?"

"You're right, Guan Jun." The muscles on the perverted strong man squirmed, and his body shape suddenly surged. "Display it, our 'pure white world'."