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On the two-lung planet, the scarred wolves were already in a fierce battle.

The shattered body was stained with grayish-white curse juice, and the wolf body, which was as illusory as blood-colored smoke, gave birth to one pale spore tree after another.

The cold grayish-white color quickly dyed the blood wolf body, as if it was covered with a living carpet. The dancing tiny spore trees were wantonly devouring the cruelty and bloodiness of the cracked wolf.

In an instant, the ferocious and extremely fierce wolves had already revealed an irreversible defeat!

The roar of the wolves gradually became weaker, no longer full of wild fighting spirit, and the wolf language was low and hoarse, as if wailing for mercy.

But how could the cursed spores pity the food that was within reach? The giant spore tree just swayed happily, as if dancing happily.

The huge root crown swayed like a group of big-headed monster babies shaking their heads, and you could almost directly feel the deformed and twisted joy deep in their hearts.

But the wild heartbeat outside the waking world continued to step, and with every heavy step, the dusty earth could not help but tremble slightly, and the new heartbeat was transmitted into the female dancer's body again.

The silent dark vacuum once again surged with blood-red lightning, and the hungry wolves roared and landed on the Double Lung Star.

The newly born leader wolf directly ignored those humiliated and defeated compatriots, and continued to roar with its head held high, bursting out a sharp roar like a sharp blade!

The new wolves continued to wave their claws and attack the thick and towering spore trees... and then were infected by the splashing spore juice again, weakly choking and watching the spore giant tree smash down.

In a flash, the second batch of wolves that rushed over had turned into blood stains all over the ground on the Double Lung Star.

Then the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth blood-red lightning continued to fall.

Batches of scarred wolves landed in different areas of the Double Lung Star.

They seemed to be completely unaware of the tragic end of their compatriots in the vanguard.

Still stubbornly using biting and gnawing to attack the cursed spore tree, letting the grayish cursed blood splash all over the body and pour into the mouth and nose.

Soon, the six groups of scarred wolves had all turned into pools of minced meat covered with tiny cursed spores.

The dirty blood was full of petite cursed spore trees, dancing and swaying wildly, bursting out with a shrill and high-pitched cry that seemed to be crying and laughing, as if cheering for the declaration of victory!

At first, the two pink and bright red lungs were only stained with sporadic turbid grayish color.

The power of the delayed breath curse was still weak, but every time it went further, the throat was itchy and could not be suppressed, and it would inevitably cough hoarsely when exercising vigorously.

But after experiencing the help of these six heart rhythms containing the bloody wolves, Mary Mostan's condition not only did not improve, but worsened!

Now that the curse of slow breathing has devoured the vitality of the six hearts, the crazy gray has spread rapidly, like a twisted and squirming white plush blanket tightly wrapping the lungs.

The bright red of life was completely swallowed up by the terrifying gray in an instant, just as the final snow will eventually devour the earth.

The delicate lungs trembled in fear, and the cold stinging sensation was like twisted and tangled roots piercing deep into her consciousness!

The ripples of fear shocked her internal organs and made them tremble with empathy, her head fainted, her chest ached, her muscles ached... all kinds of complex pains rushed to the brain like waves!

The pain was so turbulent that the body, which was already riddled with holes, could not withstand this sudden torture. Even if Mary Mostan tried her best to calm her mind, she could not get rid of the influence of her physical instincts.

She was interrupted from her meditation. Her spirit became turbid and heavy again. Her thoughts fell rapidly, leaving the boundless spiritual world like the universe and returning to her broken body.

The isolated physical pain finally broke through the barrier between spirit and matter, and broke into Mary's mind without reservation like a bursting tide!

"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"It hurts so much!!!"

"It feels like swallowing a cold and hot needle. My lungs are hot, painful, cold, and - cough cough cough!"

The lungs suddenly contracted like spasms. Mary coughed violently instinctively. It seemed that as long as she could expel all the air in her lungs, her pain would be relieved. Cough cough cough! ! !

The lack of oxygen made the female dancer's spirit seem to be imprisoned. Now that she could neither hear nor see, she could not even feel the rough sand and dust under her body. The only thing she could feel was the intense pain in her lungs.

She kept coughing to empty the air in her lungs. In the suffocating emptiness, Mary seemed to have gained a rare tranquility, and even the pain in her lungs seemed to have eased a little.

But! How can humans survive without breathing? !

Even the female dancers who have much better control over their bodies than ordinary people can't overcome their physiological instincts for oxygen.

The nose and throat took a big breath of turbid air on their own initiative, but for Mary at this moment, every breath has become extremely dangerous!

The extremely dry air in the scorching desert broke into the lungs at will, just like a knifeman who wielded a flaming blade randomly broke into a cave full of white tree roots!

The dry blade cut the gray-white roots like catkins, but it was like splitting an iron tree forged by hard steel, causing the cave to tremble wildly, and visible blood spurted out from the connection between the gray-white roots and the flesh and blood of the cave!

Puff-a large amount of blood instantly flooded the entire cave, gushing directly from Mary Mostan's mouth!

Dry air flows into the lungs, slowly seeps into the blood, and the oxygen-rich blood refills the spirit.

Mary Mostan gradually wakes up. She tries her best to control the rhythm of her breathing, trying to slow down so that the dry blade in her lungs can swing gently and slowly.

"It still hurts... Every breath I take feels like a soft knife slowly scraping my lungs..."

"But at least I have regained control of my body..."

"If I just breathe slowly and speak softly... it shouldn't cause too much pain..."

After the torture of the slow breath curse, Mary Mostan couldn't help but have an idea in her heart.

After all, she is just a secret disciple who has just stepped onto the fourth level of the ascension ladder, and is essentially just a vulnerable human being.

And humans are too fragile.

In this world, there are too many things that can threaten human life.

Not to mention the powerful lethal weapons that humans have created to harm and exploit their own kind... natural disasters, beasts and poisonous insects... any one of them can easily take the life of an unarmed person.

And all kinds of strange viruses... Even Washington, the founding father of America, could not defeat the cold; even the supreme poet Dante could not convince the terrible malaria to spare his life... Even if your fame and achievements are prominent enough to leave a strong mark in the history books, you cannot defeat birth, aging, illness and death.

Only in the face of illness and death can humans have the opportunity to achieve true equality.

"Ascend... Only those who have stepped over the seventh step can defeat death!"

"I... I will never fall here!"

"I must complete the seven destined dances!"

"I must step on the top seventh step!!!"

The side effects of suffocation and hypoxia gradually dissipated, and the darkness in front of Mary's eyes began to fade away, and an unusually firm light shone in her eyes.

As soon as Mary regained her vision, she saw that the owner of the wild heart rate was already standing in front of her.

The other party's chest was inlaid with two very fitting thin armor plates, which were rising and falling slightly with the rhythm of breathing.

In the middle of the two black armor plates, there was a pool of sticky blood. This sticky and bright red blood was mixed with some grayish phlegm and black fragments - this was the blood that Mary had just spit out.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the smooth head that was also covered with a thin layer of black armor plates, as if wearing some kind of helmet that was close to the scalp.

The other party's face was almost completely distorted, with dark and bulging eyes as big as fists, as if inlaid with two roughly carved obsidian.

Two sickle-like serrated fangs protruded hideously from the chewing muscles, but the other teeth in the mouth were still as flat as those of ordinary people, and the pink flesh tongue that was split like a trident was constantly curling and spreading.

Mary looked directly at the two dark and terrifying multi-faceted eyes, and suddenly felt an inexplicable fear in her heart, and her shoulders trembled slightly involuntarily.

Even she herself could not explain the reason for this sudden fear.

Perhaps it was because of the constantly moving darkness in the depths of the other person's eyes, which gave her a strange feeling of déjà vu but completely unable to recall.

Or perhaps it was because the fear of the other person's hideous and terrifying appearance had long been deeply engraved in her blood...

Mary quietly turned away her eyes and no longer looked directly at the deep darkness.

She temporarily suppressed her resentment and resentment about the other person's rough use of the power of the heart to cure her delayed breath curse but failed, but instead caused the curse to become stronger.

Instead, she showed a soft and pitiful expression, and said with a weak breath:

"Mr. Watson... Please, help me up first--"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the cold foreign body feeling broke into the body cavity.

Mary looked down and saw that the other person's curved and deformed claws like sharp blades had deeply pierced into her chest, and two bright red blood lines flowed on her snow-white skin.

Chaos and anxiety were buzzing in her chest!