Nightmare Attack

The strange babies were killed, and the Granny Ghost Face who controlled them was immediately attacked. The strange baby that managed to escape screamed and vented its anger on Granny Ghost Face, scratched her cheek hard, and took away her remaining That right ear.

However, using the little time that was gained, a figure appeared quietly in front of the old president. Facing this powerful enemy whose normal attacks were completely ineffective, Empress Dahe used her backhand to sacrifice the underworld butterfly.

The underworld butterfly was extremely gorgeous, flapping its blue wings. It looked very leisurely, but in fact it was extremely fast. It drew beautiful streamlines in mid-air and flew towards the old president's mouth.

But just a second before Ming Die was about to touch his teeth, a black mist suddenly poured out of the old president's mouth, wrapping Ming Die and corroding it away in a moment.

The only remaining milky white eye was staring at Empress Dahe, and she swung her palm very quickly. Dahe Empress was caught off guard and flew out like a kite with a broken string. Even with the help of the embalmer, she fell heavily to the ground.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from behind. From the sound, you could tell that it was an extremely sharp weapon. But at the moment when the old president was about to turn around to face the enemy, his legs suddenly stopped working.

I saw a gorgeous butterfly landing on his knees, still flapping its wings leisurely. At this moment, a thin layer of frost had grown on his legs.

This is the second underworld butterfly!

There was no chance anymore. The sharp sound of breaking through the air hit the old president's shoulder hard in everyone's expectation. This final blow filled with all Chenran's strength finally broke through the old president's weakest defense. At this point, following the trajectory of Xia Tan and Gong Zhe, he slashed into the body of the old president.

The blade was completely submerged, and black mist overflowed along the wound. At this moment, Jiangcheng, Lin Wan'er and others couldn't help but feel in a daze, as if at this moment, the father and son Chen Ran and Gong Zhe had completed some kind of inheritance, or had achieved mutual redemption.

"Pfft!"

The old president who still didn't fall twisted half of his body in an incomprehensible way, and punched Chenran hard in the chest. The bloody fist stabbed out from behind, and a stream of hot blood spilled on the ground, accompanied by Pulling out his arms, Chenran clutched his chest and staggered back, finally falling to the ground, the life in his eyes slowly dissipating.

There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth. He never expected that this blow would kill the old president, but he did the best he could.

What his father Gong Zhe once could do, he also did. The dagger still remains in the old president's body, just like his father's folding knife.

"number 6!

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No. 8 raised his weapon and wanted to fight the old president. No. 13 hugged her desperately, "Get out of here!" No. 8 threw away No. 13, but was slapped hard in the face.

Lin Wan'er put down her hand, "What are you going to do? Are you going to die?"

"If you want to die, go out and die again. I won't stop you, but not now. Our mission has not been completed yet!"

"Do you want to see No. 6 and their deaths in vain?!"

"Then what do you say? As long as I can kill this bitch, I will listen to you in anything!" No. 8 was already hysterical. They had already paid too much.

"No. 8, don't cry, we will definitely kill this guy." Fatty smiled with tears streaming down his face, "We have already figured out a way, and we will definitely succeed this time."

No. 13 seemed to have thought of something. He first looked at Lin Wan'er's face, and then looked at the fat man fiercely, "No! Absolutely not!"

"Don't hesitate. If we do nothing, everyone will die if we lose." Fatty nodded to No. 13 and said firmly: "I believe in Boss Lin, and I believe in everyone!"

"Are you going to use yourself as bait to catch the old president?" After hearing Fatty's plan, No. 8 behaved the same as No. 13, but Fatty had already made up his mind, and Lin Waner also acquiesced to the plan.

No. 8's nose burst into tears, "I know the door on your body is very attractive to the old president, but Zero is the same. Can we use Zero as bait? He will definitely be fine."

At this time, Su An also came closer. He was also an important part of this plan.

"Su An, what you have to do is interfere with the old president's thoughts at the most critical moment and create opportunities for me to get close to him." Lin Wan'er said seriously, "Once I get close to him, I will do my best to invade and cleanse his memory."

"Cleaning the memory of the old president?" No. 8 found it unreliable upon hearing it.

She also knew something about Lin Wan'er's abilities. It was not easy to clean and change a person's memory. It required various auxiliary conditions, not to mention something like an old president.

And if it fails, at least it will be injured and backfired, or at worst, Lin Wan'er's consciousness will even be lost in the spiritual world of the old president, and the consequences will be disastrous.

But looking around, everyone knew that there was no other choice. Chenran, who was the top combat power of Crimson, was dead. Grandma Dahe, the ghost-faced mother-in-law, was also seriously injured and withdrew from the battle. If it weren't for Wu, Master Shui and the others would still be suffering. Hard to support, now it is already a one-sided massacre.

But now Mr. Shui obviously can't hold on any longer. The young shoots on his head have been pruned out, his clothes are in tatters, and there are injuries everywhere on his body.

Wen Zhao was also worried. He and his father were standing far away from the battle, and with them were friends invited by Wang Yanhou.

They looked at the gradually collapsing battle situation with cold eyes and said nothing.

"Father." Wen Zhao pulled Wu Yanhou's sleeves, his puzzled eyes filled with tears, "Aren't we here to help? Why don't you and these uncles take action?"

"Huh——" Hou Yanyan didn't even look at Wen Zhao, but slowly shook his head, "Wen Zhao, we have done what we should do, and no matter what we do next, it will not change the outcome."

"I gave them a choice. This was their destiny."

Wen Zhao couldn't help but sob. Although he didn't understand the word fate, he could detect the heaviness in his father's tone, "So they will all die here, right?"

"More than that, it's more painful than death. They will enter the next reincarnation."

"Father, then they have no chance at all?" Wen Zhao still refused to give up. He knew that these were the best people.

"Sorry, I didn't see the second ending in the newspaper."

Wen Zhao's last glimmer of hope was shattered, and he began to sob. He looked at all the people who were fighting for their lives. Everyone was working so hard. At this moment, he suddenly understood the power of the word fate.

As long as you are marked by fate, no matter how hard you try or how desperate you are, it is destined to be in vain, just like a moth flying into a flame.

"Father, what's the point of us coming here?" Wen Zhao suddenly became strong, "Is it to see off my friends?"

Wang Yanhou held his breath and slowly moved his gaze behind Jiang Cheng and Wu, "No, I am waiting for someone who may appear to break the fate."