Jack had once seen countless "Jennifer, where are you."
Those bullet comnts appeared like hair on the walls of the old building, on the stair railings.
But at that ti, Jack was very curious... These bullet comnts looked so terrifying, yet they had no killing power.
Now Jack seed to understand.
The reason lies in the emotions and the content of the bullet comnts. At that ti, deep down, Jack didn’t really want to kill Jennifer, he just wanted to find her.
But when the desire for resurrection kicks in, the bullet comnts ultimately provide an almost endless life force.
When the desire for slaughter kicks in, these bullet comnts bring a powerful sense of intimidation to the opponent.
Bullet comnts filled the sky, densely packed, gradually rging with Jack.
Jack’s body began to show many curse marks. The content of these curse marks was just one word—kill.
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!
The countless "kill" characters made Jack montarily feel like he was unfamiliar with the word, like he almost didn’t recognize it.
These kill characters covered his body and continued to increase, layer upon layer, as if they were indistinguishable curse marks.
When the kill characters finally climbed onto his face, his expression beca hideous and terrifying.
With a thought, Jack’s killer soccer ball appeared next to his feet.
As if sensing the belonging of this tool, the bullet comnts climbed onto the soccer ball, truly turning it into a killer soccer ball.
The surface of the ball was also covered with the word "kill."
The red ghostly shadow of Jiang Qing was not actually sitting idly by, but it tried many tactics.
Once she transford into the ghostly shadow, she could instantly break through Jack’s ntal defenses, causing him to fall into mory distortion.
She couldn’t understand what went wrong. In theory, even if Jack had a hundred trump cards...
After ntal invasion and mory distortion... he shouldn’t be able to rember these things.
Jiang Qing could never have imagined... there were two souls inside Jack.
It still wanted to continue invading Jack, but the feedback it received was only a piece of murderous intent that made it shiver in fear.
"How is this possible! My abilities have no effect on him!"
Whether it was an obsession awakening or a mory implant... they all failed to work.
The endless life force acted like a barrier that isolated all threats, even blocking ntal attacks.
Jack had already assud a position ready for a kick, like an archer who had drawn and nocked an arrow.
A ghost covered with the word "kill" and a soccer ball covered with the word "kill."
Jiang Qing could easily catch the ball.
She had beco a "servant," possessing the power and stats of a Red House-level entity.
Jack’s killing move was just a small trick she could catch with one hand.
But now, she didn’t know what changes would occur.
Red eerie mist condensed, several blood mists appeared in front of Jiang Qing like vortices.
This was its defense chanism. Although it lacked other sequences, as a Red House, its inherent "aura" itself was a weapon.
Jack didn’t care at all, just kept intensifying his emotions.
He realized that the key to the bullet comnts lay in emotions.
Actually, the reason for using the bullet comnt’s Ultimate Skill rather than the Extre Kick’s Ultimate Skill...
The main reason was that the "fool" inside him truly believed he would die, truly believed that after death, he would never see Wen Chaohua again.
That extre emotion surfaced, and it was the first ti Jack felt it.
He responded to this emotion, thus activating the conditions for using the bullet comnt’s Ultimate Skill.
As for Tower Power Value, so things only have aning when they are used.
Endless murderous intent converged, Jack roared in fury, finally completing the shooting motion.
The densely packed, layered "kill" characters all twisted and squeezed into the soccer ball at that mont.
The entire soccer ball turned directly into a pitch-black sphere.
Originally, one might have thought this extre kick would be incredibly fast...
But after that kick, Jack only felt his body start to weaken.
Even though he had a static health bar, the sense of weakness was intense.
And that ball...
moved very slowly.
It didn’t seem like a full-force kick, nor a fierce shot, but rather like a player gently chipping the ball over a rushing goalkeeper after tricking the defenders.
The ball moved slowly, too slowly.
But when the ball touched the blood mist vortex... those "kill" characters scattered like bloodthirsty vultures.
A large swath of the blood-colored mist... just disappeared.
Jiang Qing had condensed a total of seven vortices. Facing the slowly floating soccer ball...
the seven vortices seed to be non-existent.
One vortex was completely devoured by the countless "kill" characters, and the ball’s speed didn’t slow down at all.
Second vortex.
Third vortex.
Fourth vortex.
Fifth vortex.
Breakthrough, breakthrough, breakthrough!
Like a slow yet unstoppable bullet, the ball’s speed didn’t decrease at all, and all ans of defense were useless before it.
Moreover, whenever it touched the blood-colored mist, countless "kill" characters would detach from the ball.
But the ball’s color didn’t dim at all.
It was imaginable how much murderous intent was accumulated.
All of this depended on how intense Jack’s murderous intent was, how strong his anger was, how deep his hatred was.
At this mont, even Jack realized the terrifying nature of the bullet comnt’s Ultimate Skill.
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