From this mont on, he found it increasingly difficult to cope, narrowly escaping the incoming weapons, almost losing his life several tis.
Seeing Li Zheng still standing there motionless, Feng Yue couldn’t hold on anymore. Spinning his double rings, he blocked several weapons, then leapt and fled far away: "Pathfinder, I’ve done my utmost for you, you’re on your own now. If you can make it back alive to the gathering area, rember to find and retrieve the Twisted Magic Crystal..."
"Hehe." The hooded man laughed twice: "Outer City folks are indeed sentintal, but at the crucial mont, they still abandon their companions to run away on their own, don’t they?"
Li Zheng tilted his head: "Knowing full well you’re not a match, why stay here and waste your life?"
"Yes, knowing you’re no match, why didn’t you run just now?" asked the leader with a smile.
Li Zheng replied candidly: "Because I know I definitely can’t outrun you all, so I didn’t try."
"How do you know you can’t escape without trying?" The leader asked with interest.
Li Zheng pointed to a corpse not far away: "There’s a guy over there I noticed earlier; he’s faster than , and even he couldn’t escape. So how can I?"
The leader shook his head and sighed: "Since when did you beco so perceptive?"
"Of course, because it’s still undecided who will prevail." Suddenly, a cold mist appeared around Li Zheng, condensing the moisture in the air into tiny ice crystals.
Those ice crystals rged together, gradually forming countless ice needles.
Sensing the fluctuation of the Genetic Force, the leader made a dismissive snort: "You’re actually using this kind of ability with a fixed upper limit. Looks like you’re a recent entrant to the Outer City. If I recall correctly, you’ve only been in the Matrix for a little over a month, right? Clearing the Matrix and entering the Outer City so quickly - it must be said that your progress is shocking. Given ti, the Outer City might add a formidable expert."
"Unfortunately, you’re going to die here today." His murderous intent visible, he raised his hand and pressed down: "Kill him!"
At the command, seven henchn charged at Li Zheng once more, their presence awe-inspiring and oppressive.
Li Zheng sneered disdainfully: "Why weren’t you all so brave facing the Twisted Beast swarm just now?"
Then, his arms shook as tens of thousands of ice needles shot out like a downpour, covering the sky and earth, leaving the seven with nowhere to hide, their fronts full of ice needles.
Yet these people, worthy of reaching the Golden Light Zone, had astonishingly high defense. The ice needles only pierced their skin, getting stuck in the muscle, unable to penetrate further.
"When an Ice Needle was blocked by a Twisted creature before, I thought about what to do if this happened." Behind Li Zheng appeared the Thunderbolt Wings, and he retreated rapidly, matching the speed of the seven strong n charging forward.
At the sa ti, he pinched his right thumb and middle finger together, gave a gentle snap: Pop!
A crisp finger snap.
Imdiately, the ice needles stuck in the seven strong n’s muscles exploded in a chain reaction, turning their bodies bloody.
The concealing clothing was destroyed, exposing their lineup to Li Zheng.
Even though the ice needle explosion covered so of their special traits, the rough outlines were still identifiable.
These were bird people with gray wings, a long yellowish beak bent down.
[Eagle Race, an extrely radical-thinking race, adept at crafty plundering, distorting the truth. In arguing twisted logic, they’re unsurpassed.]
Aside from the wings, the Eagle Race also had two humanoid arms, grasping weapons, while the wings provided them flexible maneuverability and lightning-speed flight.
As the ice dust cleared, Li Zheng’s calm face showed a hint of surprise as the seven Eagle Race charged out of the icy mist, seemingly unfazed by the countless wounds on their bodies.
[Their pain nerves have been severed; your plan fell through. Better quickly think of other solutions. If you fail this ti, make sure to gouge out your eyes before you die. I’ll find a way to transplant them to soone else, carrying your will to live on. Rest assured, I’ll often think of you.]
"Curses!" Li Zheng cursed Old Pu for being unhelpful at this mont, spouting dispiriting words affecting his mindset.
Gritting his teeth, he used the barely skilled "Transform into Thousands," leaving twenty lifelike figures around.
With so many sudden targets, the seven Eagle Race hesitated slightly, then swiftly dispersed, attacking the nearest figure, smashing each image with consecutive strikes.
Li Zheng hid aside, trying hard to channel most of his Spiritual Power from the Dark Realm, temporarily increasing his Spiritual Power limit.
That sensation of his body swelling with Spiritual Power returned, making Li Zheng let out a muffled groan, drawing the attention of the seven Eagle Race, who abandoned other clones and charged directly at him.
"Damn it, you forced !" Li Zheng roared in fury, his Spiritual Power fully erupted, creating an invisible field around him, pressing downward abruptly.
Boom!
The ground sank, as if an invisible mountain had descended from the sky, pressing the ground down by several inches.
Within it, the seven Eagle Race felt an exceedingly exaggerated gravity upon them, restricting their movents. However, they ignored the warning cries of their bones under the strain, resolutely continuing to charge at Li Zheng.
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