Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 493 [No Greasy Food] 8

Ling looked at the three main pets fighting each other and shook her head helplessly. She walked a little further away, her hair moving without wind, and a dark cloud appeared in the world of flesh, blood and oil controlled by the virus.

The dark clouds above slowly rotated around Ling, and the storm and lightning condensed and brewed. In just a second, the world suddenly changed. Ling raised her hand and casually grasped it, turning her palm into a fist. Countless thunderbolts condensed in her palm. She opened her hand, and a sea of ​​thunder formed with her as the center.

The thunder sponge stretches for hundreds of kilometers.

Ling did not lie. The best way to deal with these viruses is oxygen, because oxygen is poison to them. Fire, thunder, and other existences will weaken them a lot, but that is for ordinary existences.

Coincidentally, whether it is Feng Lan's mixed strange fire, Huahua's devouring, Bi Ke's absolute physical body, or Ling's sea of ​​thunder, they are not within this range.

Feng Lan could see the light of the sea of ​​thunder from a long distance away. Even at the edge of the sea of ​​thunder, those weak nest oil people were annihilated under the residual power and light of the thunder and lightning.

Feng Lan compared the strength of both sides, and felt a little sour in his heart. He thought that no matter how powerful Ling was, there was not much room for improvement, unlike himself, who had a lot of room for improvement!

Feng Lan can see it, and Huahua and Bi Ke can naturally see it as well.

"Huahua!" After Huahua took root in the land, with the earth as its foundation and the area cleared by Fenglan, all the dead virus bodies on the ground were dragged into its own range by Huahua's vines. It tried hard to devour them and then provide them with nutrients for itself to germinate and branch out. After a while, its branches and vines occupied a large area, with large patches of scarlet petals in full bloom. If you look closely, you can see that a layer of fine oil has also appeared on the green and red vines.

When the oil men attacked Huahua, the oil lubricated them, making it difficult for them to cause damage. On the contrary, when Huahua's vines came into contact with them, they were able to take root in their bodies, continuously absorbing energy...

Bick no longer hesitated. Unable to eat, he relied on his huge body and waved his tentacles. With the pressure of tens or hundreds of tons, he easily crushed the rivers and mountains made of fat. To Bick, the huge meat ropes and nests in the sky were nothing more than dense and dirty spider webs, which were shattered with a light wave.

However, Bick found that it was useless to destroy them. These little bugs were not dead at all and were still fleeing everywhere. Even if they were flattened by him, only a small part of them died, and many were still wriggling. When Bick was in trouble, the flowers had already spread over. A large number of scarlet petals blew across the ground before the vines, covering the broken oil men and decomposing them. When the vines spread over again, they easily devoured the residue and turned it into nutrients for the growth of the vines.

Taking root, sprouting, blooming, and devouring, these are instincts for Huahua. Except for the larger amount, they are as natural as eating, drinking water, and breathing. With Bi Ke's cooperation, Huahua just follows behind him to handle it.

Bick was like a bulldozer, moving mountains and filling the sea wherever he went. No matter how big the nest was, the Oil People were useless to him. Even the Oil People with mental pollution were useless against Bick. Bick had no understanding of fear, or in other words, the so-called fear of those Oil People was not fear at all to Bick.

Feng Lan fought for a long time and found that his destructive power was not as good as Ling's, but he was not even as good as Huahua and Bi Ke.

Feng Lan: "..."

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and tried to use the space on a large scale for the first time.

These viruses knew full well that they had to pick the softest persimmons. Near Feng Lan, they continuously rose from the greasy rivers and mountains. Oil figures, tall and short, moved towards her. The flesh ropes dangling from the sky were eager to strangle her. Furthermore, the grease in the air was even thicker. Those young viruses, invisible to the naked eye, were constantly trying to infect her body...