Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 142: Fighting Alone to Restore Zheng Zhao Zhuikong

Arrogant! Crazy! Don't know the consequences!

Fu Zheng's face was cold as he looked at Wen Lie's smiling face and made a sharp comment in his heart.

He couldn't deny how powerful Wen Lie was now.

But, he was still laughing so happily when fighting one against two... As expected, among the group of abnormal people in the Devil Team, Wen Lie was the most abnormal one.

"Ah, great! Wen Lie, you are the fruit that is most worth looking forward to."

Zhao Zhuikong put his left hand into his crotch and rubbed it vigorously. Saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth and he looked at Wen Lie with a crazy expression.

"That's really great! You're already overripe, almost rotten. Now is the perfect time to peel you open and dig out the flesh. Peel, peel, hahahaha... peel!"

Having completely liberated his inner demons, Zhao Zhuikong unleashed a hysterical and crazy murderous intent.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Zhuikong's body disappeared.

Five figures appeared from all directions of Wen Lie at the same time, and their sharp palm knives split the air and slashed towards Wen Lie's eyebrows, temples, neck, heart, and abdomen.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

Wen Lie's face turned cold, and he grabbed the gun handle with both hands. The spear danced and turned into a golden halo that circled around. One main body, four solid mirror images, and five consecutive attacks occurred at the same time and stopped two meters away.

Before Zhao Zhuikong's palm knife fell, a spear head was thrust forward. The flesh palm faced the golden spear, and the aftermath of a typhoon burst out. A hint of blood emerged from Zhao Zhuikong's palm. The atomic-level attack and the power increased a hundred times broke through Zhao Zhuikong's subtle power and pierced a hideous bloody hole in his hand.

In just 0.001 seconds, the tip of the Spear of Destiny appeared precisely in the five surrounding locations, breaking Zhao Zhuikong's mirror attack.

After resisting Zhao Zhuikong's five attacks, Wen Lie spat in dissatisfaction.

"It's disgusting, you know? Can you be more polite? Do you want to influence my mentality by using your hand that has been through my crotch?"

A showdown between masters, who are you trying to disgust by looking like this?
Zhao Zhuikong's face froze.

So far, no one has criticized him from this perspective. After all, who cares about such issues when fighting for their lives?

"Your thinking process is always different from others. Do you still have the energy to think about anything else?"

Fu Zheng's cold voice was heard, and an indescribable aura of brutality enveloped Wen Lie.

Just above, Fu Zheng held a large sword condensed with fierce flames and slashed at Wen Lie fiercely.

Even though Zhao Zhuikong's inner demons erupted, he did not lose his rationality. Or rather, precisely because his inner demons erupted, he exerted his power more rationally, like a machine that only knew how to kill, and everything he did was to kill the enemy.

When Fu Zheng launched a surprise attack on Wen Lie, Zhao Zhuikong also tacitly formed a siege, blocking all escape space, and raised his bleeding palm to stab Wen Lie.

In today's main god space, no one else can withstand the siege of two fourth-level strongmen.

And Wen Lie is the only one.

The enhancement of the holy blood improved Wen Lie's physical fitness by a hundred times in all aspects, reaching a level that was enough to compete head-on with a fourth-level strongman.

Bullet time climbed to 10 times the speed in an instant, so even if attacks came from six directions, they could be responded to in time.

Wen Lie flapped his two pairs of pure white wings, soaring up and down in the sky, waving his spear like a gust of wind.

No! It wasn't just like a gust of wind, it actually became a gust of wind!
Jacob's hands and feet produced a miraculous effect. The spear of destiny swung by Wen Lie did not feel any resistance or gravity. The spear turned into a gust of wind, a piece of air, and an omnipresent airflow!

Wen Lie had a thought and the Spear of Destiny could be anywhere.

The sharp spear tip drew streaks of flowing light, intertwining arcs weaving an impenetrable silk. With incredible spearmanship, he rivaled Zheng He, Zhao Zhuikong, and six others without revealing a single flaw. However, while no flaws meant no flaws, that didn't mean he was in an advantageous position.

Fu Zheng's fierce flame was extremely powerful, and the force exerted by the sword made Wen Lie's whole body numb.

Zhao Zhuikong's every move is omnipresent, and his attacks can appear anywhere in a small space.

One is domineering and the other is dangerous. If the two work together, they will be invincible.

At this time, Fu Zheng and Zhao Zhuikong cooperated with each other tacitly.

This was the first time they had fought together, but their fourth-level subtle realm made the two of them have such tacit understanding that they were like close friends of many years. If one of them only had 60% of his strength and the other only 50% of his strength, and both had injuries on their bodies, with Wen Lie's realm, he would have died under the blade within three or five moves.

Suddenly, golden light burst out from Wen Lie's body.

The materialized golden light pushed Zhao Zhuikong and Fu Zheng's bodies, knocking them back more than ten meters. The Liyan sword in Fu Zheng's hand dimmed for a moment, just like pouring a basin of ice water into a fire, causing the flames to suddenly subside and then rise again.

The spiritual light of the angels - holy light, the advancement of telekinesis, one of the top spiritual lights, has extremely strong destructive power on energy.

However, Wen Lie's realm is too low, and he is unable to bring out the true power of the holy light energy. The control power of the third level is far from enough to use the light of the mind freely, and using it will cause waste.

Wen Lie would not use the Holy Light Energy unless it was absolutely necessary.

From this we can see that Wen Lie’s situation is indeed very bad.

Fighting against two of the strongest people in the reincarnation world at the same time can only be described as arrogant.

However, although Wen Lie likes fighting, he is not a reckless man who will just bravely resist the attacks of his opponents.

The two pairs of wings flapped, and Wen Lie turned into a white meteor, escaping from the encirclement of Fu Zheng and Zhao Zhuikong at an extremely fast speed.

Fu Zheng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

We were all talking fine before the battle, and now it's only been a few seconds and you're planning to run away?

In an instant, the morale of Fu Zheng was greatly boosted. They flapped their bat wings and chased after Wen Lie.

Zhao Zhuikong chased after him relentlessly, his bloodshot pupils only seeing Wen Lie's figure.

This chase lasted for five or six minutes, and after crossing a city of more than 300 kilometers, Wen Lie's speed gradually slowed down.

Fu Zheng and Zhao Zhuikong sped up instantly, one in front and one behind, and intercepted Wen Lie.

Fu Zheng sneered and shouted, "Where else do you want to run to? Wen Lie, you're dead today! Even Jesus can't save you, I say!"

"Really? I don't believe it."

A cunning smile appeared on Wen Lie's face.

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty! The whole earth is full of his glory!”

At this moment, solemn chanting resounded through the sky, like the sound of an instrument, without any emotion, but full of majesty and lofty faith.

Fu Zheng's face changed slightly, and he inexplicably felt a strong pressure.

Something is wrong, I’ve been infected again!

(End of this chapter)