nyslfriends Chapter 410 Waiting To Die
Chapter 410 Waiting To Die
Everyone in Shenwu Pavilion was like flies, directly covered tightly by this giant net.
Even the communication equipment on them is useless.
"Look at my super cutter!!!"
Jueming Fat Cat raised its head to the sky and shouted.
During Setsuna, countless golden threads appeared out of thin air in the field.
And began to move quickly in the field irregularly.
These golden threads are extremely dense.
Every movement seems to tear the space apart.
Jueming Fat Cat is a gold-type soul master.
And space cutting belongs to the field of gold-type soul masters, which is relatively common and low-level.
To put it bluntly, it is the most common.
Nothing special about it.
But Jueming Fat Cat's strength lies here.
After two rounds of space cutting, there are not many living people left in the field.
What Deacon Fen understood was the law of space.
It took all the strength to eat milk to escape these two waves of attacks.
The other two captains were also frightened until their minds went blank.
God, they can teleport.
But in this field, it became extremely difficult for them to even move.
Not only the body becomes heavy.
And those threads are so densely packed that even the space they pass through can be torn apart.
As long as the reaction is a little slower, it will be drawn into the space crack.
Even if they escaped the cracks in space, these silk threads could easily cut through their bodies, even the Holy Spirit armor on their bodies.
For monks of their level, ordinary spiritual martial arts attacks, even with top-grade holy weapons, can hardly cause fatal damage to them in a short time.
But the only thing they are afraid of is things like space cracks that ignore the law.
However, it is not easy for space cracks to appear.
Many are in fixed places.
There is no difficulty in dodging.
The spatial cracks caused by powerful force are usually not too large, and it is difficult to cause fatal damage to the human body. At most, they are just missing arms and legs.
But the field they are in now not only covers a very wide range.
A random stroke of these golden threads can tear apart a gap several miles in length and width in the surrounding space.
Where there are dense cracks, there are even collapses.
All surrounding matter can be swallowed instantly.
That scene can scare people out of their souls.
"This is a god-level powerhouse?" Deacon Fen's pupils shook.
In the consciousness of many people, a god-level powerhouse is nothing more than a realm higher than the realm of reincarnation.
The approximate gap is nothing more than the same as the distance between Shenhai Realm and Samsara Realm.
Naturally, strength can easily be crushed in this respect.
But it is impossible to be the same as chopping melons and vegetables, you can only lie on the chopping board and let others slaughter you!
However, facing the coercion of a god-level powerhouse, Deacon Fen really felt like a bug on the ground.
In addition to a deep sense of powerlessness, there is only a mentality of waiting to die.
Previously, news came from the lower world, saying that the demon god was resurrected, and there were god-level monsters appearing again.
At first, he was a little hesitant.
These guys who have been sleeping in the lower world for tens of thousands of years, if they had the ability, wouldn't they have escaped long ago?
Why wait until now.
In the end, they had to rely on Shenwu Pavilion.
Without the Shenwu Pavilion, it would be impossible to open the lower world.
Where did these guys have the chance to escape?