The Yuan Demon didn't dodge or evade, heading straight for Li Ang, the green worm in his arms erupting with an even brighter green light.
Li Ang, who was listening to "Little Knife Society Suite" through his earphones, inexplicably tilted the three-edged bone spear in his hand to one side, his entire body lunging toward Ash. Fortunately, he had excellent control over his body and managed to stop abruptly at the last moment, turning around,
and plunging the three-edged bone spear with its intense rippling energy diagonally into the ground,
so that the spear blade was aimed directly at the Yuan Demon.
The Yuan Demon abruptly stopped, avoiding being skewered by the spear blade. He quickly raised both arms, closed his palms, and gathered his sharp white bone fingers, pointing them diagonally at Li Ang.
Ash decisively bent down, turning his arms into ash and digging them into the ground, raising a barrier of dust from beneath his feet, forming a pyramid on the spot, and enveloping Li Ang and himself.
After a brief delay, the Yuan Demon's palms suddenly spewed out endless green flames like a flamethrower, completely engulfing the location where Li Ang and Ash had just been.
The temperature in the room soared, and Wu Mu, who was some distance away, felt her hair curl and burn, her eyes unable to open, and her throat and nasal cavity stinging painfully, as if she were immersed in a pool of fire.
Tap, tap.
Qing'e Armor's feet didn't touch the ground as she suddenly appeared behind the Yuan Demon, silently throwing a right hook at the Yuan Demon's head.
'No.'
The Yuan Demon sneered inwardly, but before the word 'use' could even flow through his mind, Qing'e Armor's iron fist had already struck his head squarely.
Bang—
Under the force of the powerful blow, the Yuan Demon's flame-releasing action was directly interrupted, and his entire body rolled and flew out, spinning countless times in the air like a gymnast.
'What's going on?!'
The Yuan Demon, still rolling in the air, was inexpressibly shocked and confused.
The hood he was wearing had been slightly petrified in the previous collision with Qing'e Armor's iron fist. Driven by inertia, a small piece of the semi-petrified hood fragment was thrown off, revealing the pale, inhuman skull beneath the hood.
The Yuan Demon was shocked, and Gurulu Gu hurriedly told him through a mental link, [Hostility is in the Palm of My Hand] had been activated the entire time without stopping.
'Then why did she still hit me?'
The Yuan Demon didn't have time to think. At the moment he was about to crash into the wall, he quickly adjusted his posture, slightly bent his knees to cushion the impact, and lightly stepped onto the subway station's beam, parallel to the ground.
Gurulu Gu in his arms trembled with lingering fear, shrinking into an even smaller ball.
Whoosh—
A flash of fire briefly appeared on the Yuan Demon's body, and the hood, which had been partially knocked off, quickly returned to its original state under the scorching flames.
His tattered cloak was no ordinary object. Besides, Second Miss Chai was only trying to force the Yuan Demon back as quickly as possible to save Li Ang, so the killing effect of that punch just now wasn't significant.
"You,"
The Yuan Demon, standing on the subway station pillar, looked at the expressionless Qing'e Armor in front of him. The palm of the red armor's left hand had spiderweb-like dense cracks, and some fragments would occasionally fall to the ground, turning into dust.
"Interesting."
The Yuan Demon said hoarsely.
The reason Qing'e Armor's punch was able to hit him must have been because she extended her left palm and struck it with her right fist, using this "indirect" method to avoid the judgment of the hostility distortion skill.
"Too bad, how long can you last?"
The Yuan Demon said coldly, "Before you kill me, you'll be killed by yourself first."
"That's not necessarily true."
Li Ang's voice rang out from within the semi-crystallized dust pyramid. As the pyramid shattered and collapsed,
Li Ang and Ash, unharmed except for some burn marks on their bodies, appeared before everyone.
"Your skill should be causing confusion in the enemy's perception, making it impossible to directly attack you, right?"
Li Ang flicked his cloak and said indifferently, "But what if I attack someone else?"
Before he finished speaking, Li Ang gripped the three-edged bone spear and dashed out again, side by side with Second Miss Chai.
The Yuan Demon felt a faint unease in his heart, and his figure flickered to the side.
However, there were other players present—Wu Mu clasped her hands together, a flash of light blooming in her eyes, and used her thumbs and forefingers to make a rhombus shape, creating a semi-transparent vertical barrier extending for tens of meters in the direction the Yuan Demon was retreating.
The Yuan Demon, continuing to retreat, casually pointed at the barrier behind him, sending out a rain of fire to corrode a gap large enough for him to pass through,
but Chuyin, who had freed up her hands, suddenly raised the microphone in her hand and screamed into it, "Aaaaaah!"
Chuyin had a skill similar to <Voice of the Soul>,
Its effect was to apply different buffs or debuffs to allies or enemies by singing different sounds.
However, this skill required the player to not be attacking or being attacked at the same time, so she had only now freed up her hands to apply a debuff to the enemy.
Chuyin's somewhat off-key voice echoed back and forth in the empty subway station, and the Yuan Demon's speed visibly decreased by a large margin, just in time for Li Ang and Second Miss Chai to catch up.
"Die!"
Second Miss Chai repeated her old trick, flashing behind the Yuan Demon and releasing a charging punch skill targeting Li Ang—since there was a Yuan Demon between Li Ang and her, this punch was aimed at the Yuan Demon's waist and abdomen.
At the critical moment, Gurulu Gu hurriedly released a mental skill to temporarily put Qing'e Armor in a brief state of stagnation, allowing the Yuan Demon to twist his body and narrowly avoid the punch.
Whoosh—
Another gust of wind swept over. Li Ang, holding the three-edged bone spear, fiercely stabbed at Second Miss Chai's hair—since Second Miss Chai was just behind the Yuan Demon, this stab was actually aimed at the Yuan Demon's head.
In a hurry, the Yuan Demon had to raise his arm to block the three-edged bone spear.
With a crisp "crack," the Yuan Demon's pale arm bone was cleanly and neatly broken by the bone spear's shattered blade. Half of his arm bone drooped down along with his cloak, and countless bone fragments fell off.
A flash of fire, and the Yuan Demon's injury healed again. Under the hood, his eyes were full of anger!
"What the f**k are you looking at?"
Second Miss Chai behind the Yuan Demon cursed crudely and punched again, her fists flashing out countless afterimages in the air.
In front of him, Li Ang wielded his long spear, thrusting, stabbing, picking, teasing, and smashing, forcing the Yuan Demon towards the corner of Wu Mu's barrier.
While attacking, he also laughed loudly: "This is the Eyebrow-to-Eyebrow Sword passed down from the founder of our Batman Sect, Qingyi Bat King Wei Yixiao.
It emphasizes the cooperation between two people, intimacy, a balance of strength and gentleness, and infinite warmth flashing in the killing intent.
It uses a soul-stirring gaze to put the opponent to death invisibly."
What does Qingyi Bat King have to do with Batman? And what the hell is Eyebrow-to-Eyebrow Sword? Aren't you holding a spear?
Ash frantically complained in his heart, but had to admit that Li Ang's operation was indeed effective. By attacking the "enemy" behind the target, he avoided the judgment of hostility distortion and completely suppressed the Yuan Demon.