The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1220 Tools

Chapter 1220 Tools
"Wow—"

The second form of white dew hit the mirror and bounced up instantly, splitting into more than a dozen purple water streams. Each stream of water dragged a trail of crystal-clear purple energy towards Wang Zikai.

"Wow--"

The moment more than a dozen streams of water approached Wang Zikai, they split again and turned into countless fist-sized water balls.

Each water mass is like a high-density energy bomb, exploding into sharp purple ice cones, like giant amethyst sea urchins.

"Chong Chong Chong——"

Wang Zikai did not dodge and continued to move forward.

He put one hand in his bag and waved the other randomly, as if he was driving away a group of annoying mosquitoes.

"Pound pound pound——"

None of the many purple ice picks touched Wang Zikai. They all broke and disintegrated as they approached him, turning into amethyst fragments that filled the sky.

These amethyst fragments were not idle either. They turned into bullets and shot at Wang Zikai again, but they were still intercepted by the invisible energy field around him.

Just like that, the blond boy walked among amethyst fireworks. No matter how gorgeous the fireworks were, they could not cover up the boy's golden brilliance and divine will.

Bai Lu, who was in his second form, launched a last-ditch effort.

"Wow—"

All the ice crystals bloomed with dazzling purple light, as if melting into hot liquid metal.

They gathered towards Wang Zikai, trying to melt him together and then solidify him into a tombstone.

Wang Zikai suddenly remembered: mosquitoes are not only annoying, they can also bite people.

He paused.

"Puff-"

A burst of energy exploded in his chest, accompanied by a heartbeat that seemed to be connected to the pulse of the world.

The surrounding time and space froze for a second, and the two forms of Bailu who wanted to die together also froze.

Wang Zikai took out his left hand from his pocket, raised it forward, and shook it gently.

"Wow--"

The second form of Bailu was controlled by a powerful law, just like someone pressed a button to return. The scattered purple water flow gathered towards Wang Zikai's left hand, and instantly transformed into a purple water man.

Wang Zikai grabbed Bai Lu's neck and held it up high with a look of contempt.

Bai Lu watched the arrogance, fear and despair dissipate in front of her, leaving only deep reluctance in her heart.

After Chuxue left, her only thought was to prepare a glorious funeral for herself like Chun, which was her last pride.

But fate never bargained and gave her the most humble way to die.

Wang Zikai saw through Bai Lu's reluctance and smiled faintly, "The so-called tragic is just the self-comfort of the weak. Death is just death and only represents humiliation."

"The good news is, your humiliation is over."

Wang Zikai squeezed it gently.

"Wow—"

The beautiful purple water figure turned into a burst of purple mist.

Even this purple mist could not float away. They were quickly adsorbed on the golden mirror and turned into a pile of humble dust.

"Bai Lu!"

Hong Xiaoxiao shouted and twisted the ring.

Gregor was also twisting the ring at the same time.

The two burst out three times the energy for 60 seconds. Suzaku's "storage energy" is limited, and the "triple energy" potion produced in a short period of time is only enough to distribute to T0 and T1 combat power, which lasts 3 minutes and 60 seconds respectively.

In a desperate situation, Hong Xiaoxiao [Phantom] broke through level 7 and learned the "Army of Shadows".

Hong Xiaoxiao finally withstood the terrifying gravity and stood up tremblingly, her whole body wrapped in the shadow of the evil spirit, her eyes as dark as ink.

"Swipe brush-"

Eighteen phantom warriors lined up and slowly stood up from the plane shadow in front of Hong Xiaoxiao.

Gregor also reluctantly stood up. The hard battle with Gluttony had overdrawn him too much energy, and he relied on three times the energy enhancement to hold on.

There was blood from the corner of his mouth and his face was ashen. He raised his only remaining hand and shook it hard.

"Hiss-"

The "wind of poison" turned into eighteen gray cloaks, draped on the shoulders of the Phantom Warriors, and the poison penetrated their bodies and weapons.

"You only have one chance..." Gregor gasped, "Fight!"

"Ok!"

Hong Xiaoxiao grabbed Gregor and became invisible.

……

When the battle on the "Mirror of Pride" happened, it wasn't that the other companions didn't want to support, but they couldn't do it.

The greater the gravitational force the golden mirror exerts on the upper surface, the greater the repulsive force it exerts on the lower surface.

At that moment, everyone under the mirror was held tightly by a terrifying pressure, as if they were carrying a huge mountain on their shoulders.

Except for Gao Yang and Zhang Wei, everyone else knelt down one after another.

Chen Ying, Dr. Jia, Tang Xiaocong, and Sun Hui fell to the ground and passed out.

The bodies of the four people simply could not withstand such great pressure. If it were not for the blessing of the energy paths in their bodies, they would have been crushed into a pile of mud.

Gao Yang looked up at the golden mirror. On the mirror, Bai Lu's second form was rushing towards Wang Zikai.

Gao Yang knew very well that Bai Lu was trying to hit a rock with an egg, but he didn't activate his [spiritual weapons], and he didn't feel any emotion in his heart.

The moment he killed jealousy, Gao Yang lost all emotion.

He was finally tempered into a cold machine.

Everyone, including himself, is a tool.

Everyone is just a tool with different attributes and functions. The purpose of the tool's existence is to complete the goal.

Their goal is to kill arrogance.

Gao Yang teleported to Mengyang's side.

Although Meng Yang is a child, the blessings of various talents allow her to withstand the "mirror of pride" better than most of her companions.

Gao Yang picked up Meng Yang and teleported again, gathering her and the four unconscious people in one place.

"Save people." Gao Yang said.

"Ok!"

The cute sheep stretched out his hands and grabbed his unconscious companion.

Gao Yang teleported to Zhang Weihe again. Among the people under the mirror, they were the only three who still had enough fighting power.