The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 42 Victory or Loss
A row of streetlights outside the alley exploded one after another.

In an instant, the entire alley was swallowed by darkness.

The darkness, thicker than the night, was centered on Naimi and quickly swallowed Li Zhen from the other end.

Many ideas flashed through Li Zhen's mind, and the most popular one was tactical evacuation.

As a sorcerer, Li Zhen certainly knew that his most powerful methods had to be carefully prepared before they could be used.

That's why he came to see Naimi's methods.

Now that we have seen it, isn’t the retreat a successful tactical retreat?

However, the slightly vague six-armed evil god suddenly occupied his consciousness, like some kind of trace engraved in his mind, eliminating all other thoughts.

Li Zhen suddenly felt a strong rejection and disgust towards the darkness before him.

"Squeak squeak!"

The sharp cries of the red-eyed bats pierced into the darkness like sharp thorns, and also pierced into the ears of Naimi and Li Zhen.

In the darkness, an evil god with six arms and a bat face flashed across Li Zhen's eyes.

The entire alley was divided into two distinct halves by two evils with completely different temperaments.

One seemed to be pure evil, while the other was a murderous intent.

A pale hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness on Naimi's side and grabbed Li Zhen.

A cold and terrifying breath entered the body silently.

Li Zhen felt a strong sense of discomfort, but his expression did not change.

Just when the hand was about to touch Li Zhen's face, it suddenly shrank back, as if it had suffered some kind of injury.

The red-eyed bat with a bloody glow pounced directly into the darkness.

Naimi quickly pulled back.

The darkness in the alley disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Squeak!"

The strange cries of red-eyed bats were heard in the alley.

No one knows where it is.

But suddenly another weak scream was heard beside Dan Naimi.

After a while, the scream disappeared.

It felt like someone had stabbed his heart with a needle, and the pain quickly spread throughout his body. Naimi's body stiffened and he felt a chill in his heart.

The little ghost that he had carefully fed for so long and was far more ferocious than ordinary ghosts died?
In Southeast Asia, he drove this little devil to do many things, and he never encountered an opponent that could kill it.

But now this little devil died so easily...

As a last resort, Naimi endured the excruciating pain and threw the scarecrow with Zheng Nan's photo on his hand upwards.

The scarecrow turned into straw crumbs in the air before it even hit the ground.

Seeing that his methods were unable to stop the evil bat, Naimi's face became even uglier, and a trace of uneasiness arose in his heart.

His most terrifying method requires collecting the opponent's hair before it can be used.

But now he has not collected any hair of the sorcerer opposite him, nor has he made any arrangements here in advance. All his tricks are basically useless, and he can only rely on the little ghosts following him to suppress the opponent by force.

The other party's black magic skills were obviously not as good as his, but the evil bat was very strange, and he tried several methods to deal with it, but none of them worked.

Naimi has realized the horror of this bat.

Moreover, the opponent was extremely cunning and took the initiative by relying on sneak attacks.

Even so, the bat alone might not be enough to stop him from killing people.

Evil creatures are scary, but you can still find an opportunity to kill their masters.

The problem was that there seemed to be something strange about the other party, which was why he was unable to do anything to him just now.

Since the situation was impossible, Naimi did not hesitate and chose to retreat.

He threw several foul-smelling things into the alley.

A thick smoke and a foul smell quickly spread in the alley.

It was already very dark here, and naturally you couldn't see your hand in front of you because of the thick smoke.

Naimi's vicious laughter came from the thick smoke.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Zhen frowned and stopped in front of the thick smoke.

Naimi's voice rang out from the foul-smelling mist: "I'm laughing at you until you're almost dead. Instead of finding a good place to bury yourself, you actually come to oppose me!"

Li Zhen scoffed, "You're just saying that. Are you just learning this tactic from me?"

Naimi's voice gradually faded: "You're so eager for quick success, you're almost killing yourself." Li Zhen said with a smile: "What do you mean by quick success when you're practicing black magic?"

"It seems you don't understand anything!" Naimi gloated. "You've been practicing black magic for at least three years. The evil spirits have begun to erode your soul. What else can you do except wait for death?"

Li Zhen didn't say anything for a moment.

Naimi was wrong about one thing. He had not been practicing the art of black magic for three years, less than a month at most.

But Naimi was right about one thing. Li Zhen's method of visualization with the evil god as the object seemed to be what he said about the evil spirit eroding the soul?

After a brief silence, Li Zhen deliberately retorted, "Your fall into the devil's way means you've attracted evil spirits into your body. What's the difference between you and me?"

"You really don't understand anything." Naimi's voice gradually became so soft that it was hard to hear. "I will continue to kill people and make you watch each of them die in the most cruel way, unless you can... always... stay with... them..."

Li Zhen stood there for a long time without moving.

After an unknown amount of time, his body swayed, and he supported himself on the wall beside him with one hand, bent over and began to retch.

There wasn't much in his stomach, so he didn't vomit anything. In the end, only a faint smell of blood remained.

The diseased part of his abdomen used to hurt only when pressed, but now not only the diseased part, but his entire internal organs were aching.

What's more serious is his head.

It was like being hit hard by a hammer, and the dizziness was so strong that it was physically uncomfortable and made him feel very uncomfortable.

When facing Naimi, his strength was only superficial.

During the brief fight with Naimi, although Li Zhen gained the upper hand through the dishonorable means of sneak attack, he was actually also injured.

If Naimi didn't want revenge and didn't want to fight him to the death, he would most likely be the one who lost in the end.

Such a powerful black magic, but this is what makes it interesting...

"squeak……"

A red-eyed bat flew out from the smelly smoke and landed on Li Zhen's shoulder, with a hint of blood on its body.

"I've been giving you opportunities for so long, but you still haven't found him?" Li Zhen reached out his hand tremblingly and touched the red-eyed bat's head. "There may not be such a good opportunity next time."

The red-eyed bat shook its head, obviously in a bad mood.

"It's not a loss to eat his little devil."

Li Zhen forced a smile, then turned around and slowly walked out of the alley.

Naimi's attainments in black magic are definitely higher than Magusu's, and he can be regarded as the most powerful black magic master he has ever seen.

This was the result of Li Zhen's investigation.

Even the eyes of the red-eyed bat, which had swallowed such a fierce ghost and transformed once, had little effect on Naimi. They only affected his mind for a moment.

However, like Magusu, no matter how powerful a sorcerer is, he is just a mortal. Once killed, he is really dead.

If it were in Southeast Asia, Li Zhen would definitely not rashly confront such a sorcerer.

But this is Hong Kong Island, not Nanyang.

Naimi leaving its home turf is like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. It has actually lost its own foundation and is much easier to deal with.

Li Zhen mostly thought about his own problems.

The soul is corroded by evil spirits...

Thinking of how the six-armed evil god statue suddenly appeared in his consciousness and dominated his emotions to a certain extent, Li Zhen's face was full of thought.

If he hadn't been affected by that emotion, he would have found a chance to retreat and wouldn't have been hurt.

Li Zhen actually had some guesses about the consequences of visualizing the evil god statue and was not surprised by it.

Anyway, his illness is already so troublesome, and he doesn't care about any evil god invading his soul. As long as he can survive, he can always find a solution with his special ability.

However, judging from what Naimi said, this problem seems to be a bit serious.

As an opponent, Naimi's words cannot be fully trusted.

And how long will it take for someone to die?

Naimi's "fast" and Li Zhen's "fast" are not the same concept.

More than half a year might be considered fast for Naimi, but for Li Zhen, it was already a very long time.

Besides, Naimi could see his problem at a glance, so he might have a solution.

The art of black magic needs to develop, and naturally, it requires black magic practitioners to communicate with each other.

I hope Naimi can have such a broad mind...

Otherwise, if the development of black magic is hindered, then that would be Naimi's problem...

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