Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Chapter 308 Battle!!!

"Newcomer, you're looking for death!"

A roar exploded in the crowd, full of threat and anger.

Although the prisoners did not know Baili Pangpang and his other two companions, they were very familiar with An Qingyu.

An Qingyu is a newcomer who has just arrived at the prison. His face still has a hint of immaturity, but his eyes are firm.

His appearance was already a surprise to the prisoners, and his behavior at this moment was even more difficult for them to accept.

As a prisoner, An Qingyu should have the same desire for freedom and escape from this cold prison as they did.

Yet, he stood in front of the gate, blocking the prisoners' only way of escape.

His figure looked a little thin under the light, but his eyes were extremely firm, with no intention of retreating.

This kind of behavior is particularly hated by these criminals.

They had already seen the dawn of freedom, but their path was blocked by this "newcomer".

In their view, An Qingyu's behavior was tantamount to betrayal and a betrayal of his own kind.

Their eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent, as if they wanted to tear An Qingyu into pieces.

"This traitorous brat actually dared to stand in front of us today. Let's tear him to pieces!"

A criminal roared furiously, his voice filled with a crazy murderous intent, as if every word was squeezed out of his throat with gritted teeth.

His face turned red, like a flame ignited by anger, his eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes almost burst out, as if he would spit out fire at any time.

His muscles were tense, veins bulged beneath his skin, and he looked like an enraged beast, full of danger.

He swung his fists violently and rushed forward with heavy and rapid steps, each step seeming to dig a deep hole in the ground.

His eyes were fixed on An Qingyu, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on him.

The air around him seemed to be infected by his anger, becoming heavy and oppressive.

The other prisoners were also frightened by this momentum. They stopped and watched him rush towards An Qingyu.

His body suddenly swelled up, the muscles under his skin bulged rapidly, and his whole body seemed to be stretched by an invisible force, turning into a small giant several meters tall.

His fists became enormous, and each finger was like an iron hook, emitting a chilling cold light.

He swung his fist, and his huge fist drew an arc in the air, bringing up a gust of wind, as if even the air was torn apart by him.

The surrounding lights seemed dim under his huge figure, as if the whole world had made way for him at this moment.

The surrounding prisoners were also infected by this anger and began to roar. Their voices merged into one, sweeping towards An Qingyu like a violent storm.

An Qingyu looked at the little giant who was coming towards him with a punch. There was no fear on his face, but instead a hint of excitement.

His glasses shimmered slightly under the light, as if concealing some mysterious power.

Through the lenses, one could see that in his eyes there seemed to be countless tiny gears spinning at high speed, flashing a cold and mechanical light.

There was a hint of crazy rationality in his eyes, as if at this moment, his brain had entered a highly operational state, turning everything around him into data and analysis.

"What a wonderful body, a good test subject!"

An Qingyu whispered to himself, with a hint of suppressed excitement in his voice.

His eyes were fixed on the little giant's body, as if he was examining a precious treasure.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a slightly weird smile, as if he had seen the possibility of success.

As the little giant's fist got closer, An Qingyu's body suddenly shook slightly, as if some power was instantly activated in his body.

His skin began to emit a strange luster, and then countless black threads as thin as hair emerged from his body, like controlled silk threads, flying out.

These silk threads drew precise trajectories in the air, carrying a strange and powerful force, instantly blocking the little giant's fist.

The little giant's fist was entangled by these silk threads and he instantly lost his forward momentum.

Although he was powerful, in front of An Qingyu's strange silk, he seemed to be bound by invisible shackles and could not go any further.

The strange threads entwined and intertwined on the surface of the little giant's fist, making a slight friction sound, as if announcing An Qingyu's control.

The little giant was extremely angry, and there was a violent flame flashing in his eyes, almost igniting the air in front of him.

He didn't expect that his fists would be restrained. This feeling of powerlessness almost drove him crazy.

You know, after he transformed into a giant body, his body expanded in all aspects, every inch of muscle was filled with explosive power, and his speed was astonishingly fast.

His strength and speed increased exponentially, and he could destroy mountains with one punch, and even create deep holes in the ground with one punch.

However, facing An Qingyu's strange tricks, he fell into trouble.

The silk threads emerging from the body of the Anqing fish are like rotating Tai Chi, constantly entwining and interweaving, as if they have their own life.

They spun rapidly around the little giant's fist, and each time they wrapped around it seemed to drain his strength, making him unable to exert any power.

The little giant's fists were tightly bound by these silk threads. Although he was powerful, every bit of his strength was cleverly dissipated by these strange silk threads.

The threads seemed to be following some mysterious law, constantly rotating and twisting, reducing the little giant's power bit by bit.

His fist, originally carrying the force of thunder, now seemed to be bound by invisible shackles and could no longer move forward.

The little giant's roar echoed in the air. His body kept struggling, trying to break free from the restraints, but the silk threads became tighter and tighter, as if telling him that his strength was useless here.

His strength was constantly being reduced, and his originally powerful aura was gradually suppressed.

A trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He never thought that he would fall into such a passive situation.

The anger in the little giant's eyes was instantly replaced by fear. His body shook violently, and then a powerful force burst out, trying to tear apart the strange filaments wrapped around him.

His muscles swelled instantly and blood vessels bulged under his skin, as if to break the thin threads that bound him.

However, these filaments seemed to have their own will. Not only were they not broken, but they became even tighter, like an invisible spider web that trapped him tightly.

Not only his arms, but also his legs, waist, and even his head were quickly entangled by these thin threads.

The filaments spread like black vines at an astonishing speed, tightly wrapping the little giant's body.

They feel cold and hard, as if they are a combination of some kind of metal and a living thing, with a chilling texture.

The heads of the filaments were like sharp scalpels, constantly piercing into the little giant's body.

Their tips flashed with cold light, and each piercing was extremely precise, as if searching for a weak point in the human body.

The little giant's skin was pierced by the filaments and blood gushed out instantly, but these filaments did not stop and continued to advance deep into his body.

They were like ruthless anatomists, constantly dismembering and dissecting the little giant's body from the skin to the deep inside.

"No no no!!!"

The little giant finally felt fear, and his voice was full of despair and pain.

His body struggled continuously within the entanglement of the filaments, but every struggle seemed to accelerate his dismemberment.

His eyes were filled with terror, as if he saw a future where he would be completely disintegrated by these strange filaments. His body was shaking, and his voice echoed in the air, filled with helplessness and despair.

As the strange threads on An Qingyu's body continued to dismember and dissect the little giant, An Qingyu couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was appreciating a superb work of art.

In his eyes,

Countless tiny gears spun rapidly, flashing a cold and mechanical light, as if his brain had entered a highly analytical state.

Although the sound of the gears rotating was subtle, it gave people a strong sense of technology, as if his mind was running at an extraordinary speed.

His eyes were full of wisdom.

It was a kind of rationality that was almost crazy, as if he had already turned everything in front of him into data and formulas.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a slightly mysterious smile, as if at this moment, he finally found the answer he wanted.

"So that's it!"

An Qingyu whispered to himself, with a hint of suppressed excitement in his voice.

His eyes were fixed on the little giant's body.

As the strange thread went deeper and deeper, he seemed to be constantly analyzing the mystery of the little giant's powerful flesh and blood body.

There was an almost obsessive concentration in his eyes, as if the little giant's body was a treasure and he was uncovering its secrets step by step.

An Qingyu leaned forward slightly, his hands clenched into fists subconsciously, as if he was sensing the information coming from the strange thread.

His breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed to absorb new knowledge.

There was an almost fanatical light in his eyes, as if he was completely immersed in his own world and everything around him no longer mattered.

As the strange thread went deeper and deeper, the little giant's body was gradually dismembered, but there was no trace of cruelty or mercy on An Qingyu's face.

To him, the little giant's body was just an experimental subject, a key to unlocking unknown mysteries.

There were only data and knowledge in his eyes, as if he had been isolated from all emotions in this world, leaving only pure reason and wisdom.

Watching the countless strange threads emerging from An Qingyu's body, dismembering and dissecting the little giant like a big devil, his eyes revealed a kind of intellectual, monster scientist's divine light.

His eyes were focused and ardent, as if he was observing a rare treasure, and his eyes flashed with a desire for the unknown and an obsession with knowledge.

This kind of look is like a scholar exploring the mysteries of science, and also like a monster admiring its prey, which is chilling.

Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan and the other two stood not far away, witnessing the scene before them.

They had just met An Qingyu, but at this moment they couldn't help but look at this new friend, and their hearts felt a chill.

This kind of inquisitive look is simply terrifying.

It is cold-blooded and ruthless, as if turning all life into research objects. There is no emotional fluctuation, only the absolute pursuit of knowledge.

Baili Pangpang's fat body shuddered unconsciously, and his body trembled slightly, as if shrouded by an invisible chill.

He subconsciously moved closer to his companion and whispered:

"This guy... is so scary."

There was a tremor in his voice and his eyes were filled with fear.

He made up his mind that he would never provoke An Qingyu easily in the future, so as not to be used as an experimental subject for dissection.

After all, An Qingyu's current look and behavior are really chilling.