The attacks were too intensive. There were cracks all around me. The space was torn apart. Terrifying pressure converged on me from all directions.

I turned my body hard, trying to find a way to make the attack range wider, and try my best to counterattack at 60 degrees.

But it was only 60 degrees, and I couldn't defend myself from the attacks from above and below. I could only try my best to dodge.

Without any surprise, I soon became ill, and the wounds became more and more numerous and deeper. Blood began to spill on the ground, a bright red color that was shocking. But I was not without results. The nearest enemies around me were more or less seriously injured or even killed directly. At this time, I suddenly felt that I was really at a big disadvantage if I didn't have a weapon at my disposal. I can't reach the enemy who is a little further away. After all, the hand cannot be extended infinitely, and if the escaped energy is not enough to kill the enemy, after all, the shape of the hand is not suitable for cutting, and there is no way to properly absorb the overflowing energy. Condensed into an aggressive aura.

Of course, this is also relative. The main reason is that I am not strong enough. I cannot directly blast enemies in the distance with brute force.

I was almost beaten. At this moment, my heart was filled with the desire to survive and the desire to defeat the enemy.

The mixed blood of humans and Saiyans in my body gave me mixed emotions.

Fortunately, there was no conflict in this situation, nor did it make me extremely uncomfortable. On the contrary, it gave me great motivation.

Even though I knew that there was no hope of survival and the situation around me was already desperate, I still fought hard because the mixture of survival instinct and desire to fight made it impossible for me to stop on my own.

Unless it penetrates my heart and explodes my head, I will still fight.

belief!

unyielding!

My consciousness has become a little blurry, but my will remains strong.

Fighting, I have nothing left but the instinct to fight.

My body had completely shut down, no heartbeat, no circulation, or no blood.

The ground within a radius of one mile was covered with blood, both mine and the enemy's.

My shoes had completely drained away, leaving only an empty shell, still fighting.

The fighting continued, and time seemed to have lost its meaning. At this moment, there was only endless fighting.

My body is getting stiffer and stiffer, my playing style is becoming more and more monotonous, I no longer have skills, I just rely on instinct.

After countless attacks from distant enemies, my body seemed to respond.

In my hand, a faint shadow gradually appeared.

It was still very blurry at first, and I couldn't see clearly what it was. I only knew it was a long pole weapon. I held it in my hand and waved it around, instantly reducing the pressure around it.

The surrounding enemies were smashed into pieces, and the efficiency was countless times higher than before.

At the same time, enemies in the distance are no longer out of reach. With a slight wave of the weapon in his hand, energy burst out in the distance, as if ignoring space and time, arriving instantly and shattering instantly.

Life is fading, and there is no creature around me that can stop me. Endless corpses were piled on the ground. I was like a harvester of life, carving out blank spaces one after another among the crowd.

More blood. There is no ground anymore, it is dry. The air is also filled with blood droplets. The whole place smelled of blood.

The weapon in his hand became more solid, and it could barely be seen that it looked a bit like a spear, and it seemed a bit like an axe. And the weapons are constantly further solidifying.

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