The next moment, a dense and indestructible silk net fell from the sky, casting the shadow of death.

The sword at Higashinohara's waist suddenly pulled out a bright sword light like an angry dragon rising into the abyss!

Unparalleled momentum soars into the sky!

The sword light cut through the dense whirlpool of spider silk cocoons above the head with great force, tore apart the rain curtain above and struck in a certain direction!

Quicksand Scale. Fourteen times faster!

Wuwo Yitōryu. Shenglong!

Tsk-!

Along with the sound of sharp weapons piercing and tearing flesh, something was cut off in the air.

Almost at the same time, those strange demons on the ground were originally bound by Higashinohara's Shura evil spirit but were manipulated by invisible threads like puppets.

At this moment, his body suddenly lost balance as if a thread had been broken, and he stumbled to the ground with countless splashes of water splashing several feet high!

[High concentration of unknown particles detected]

【Confirm collection】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the blue high-risk ability [Spider] fragment]

[Confirm decomposition]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 0.6 source power points]

[Current source power points: 5.5]

After landing, Higashinohara glanced at the heavy rain falling again above his head and the woman's head that fell with the rain, rolling towards the direction where the middle-aged man was.

Under the mask, there was no unnecessary emotion on his face. He just glanced at his current source of power. He realized that this time he had gained much more than his previous hard work.

But it's not enough.

At this time, without the control behind the middle-aged woman, the leader of the strange demons, the small range of strange demons in the surrounding area once again fell into a state of being suppressed by Higashinohara Shura's evil spirit.

Higashinohara's mind also felt dizzy. He knew in his heart that this was because he had been maintaining this large-scale Shura evil spirit, but he did not withdraw his power immediately.

Because he needs more.

So next, when Teresa and Ellenda of the Jaeger expedition team and the deputy captain Yoshizu Ichiro arrived behind them, they just broke free from the restraints.

They watched helplessly Higashi Yeyuan, who raised his sword and fell among the strange demons, and everyone couldn't help but shudder in their hearts.

Killing like crazy!

Really crazy!

After escaping all the way, everyone in the Jaeger organization basically knew that those strange demons were just corpse-like bodies, hunting entirely with beast-like instincts.

Now Kimura Hakutaku broke through the defense of the sea wall and left them, and the three strong men on the coastline shook the ground again.

Right now, they should logically think about how to survive in this world. Why is that guy going crazy killing those dangerous beast-like monsters right now?

Is there any deep hatred between them?

Who can go up and persuade him?!

Thinking of this, everyone looked at each other in confusion for a while, then withdrew their gaze and fell into silence.

At this juncture, who can guarantee that the guy wearing the white-faced and fanged Yaksha mask will not subconsciously stab them with his backhand?

Who can avoid the knife in his hand?

The battle on the eighth floor next to the sea wall.

There is no start.

It turned into a two-on-one rout.

Both Tokugawa Kuritora and Sakamoto can be called the indomitable eighth-level demigods among humans in this generation.

And whether it is Tokugawa Ritora's [King Kong] or Sakamoto's [Yaki Musou], both of them are human geniuses with extraordinary talents who can maximize their abilities at the current stage.

Even before Higashinohara, Sakamoto, who was known as the "First Swordsman of the East China Sea", was even listed by the human man named Puso Wiseman in the Judgment Department of the gloomy black building in Kyoto.

In the "East China Sea Observation List", he is quietly waiting for his growth.

All this is enough to show that this genius, who in the eyes of Kyogoku Kawamizu, the principal of Takehara Minami Private Academy, has never seen before, indeed has talents and talents that are enviable.

But what they met in this hell world today was Vincent Lyon, an old man from the Skyhawk clan who had lived for more than 130 years.

A true god-level powerhouse at the beginning of the ninth stage.

The rain falls in the wild stream,

The cold rain hurt my face.

For Sakamoto and Tokugawa Ritora, this may be the first time in their lives that they have run wildly on the seabed under the seawall in such a state of embarrassment.

From time to time, Tokugawa Kuritora looked back at Vincent, an old man from the Skyhawk clan who was pursuing him with a gloomy expression behind him. He was a person with the ability of the physical system, and he was good at head-to-head confrontations with the front wide open and wide open.

To be honest, he couldn't get used to it when he suddenly ran away from the battlefield like this.

"Don't look back, we have no chance of winning." Sakamoto suddenly said.

"No chance of winning?" Tokugawa Ritora frowned.

"Don't you think so?"

Sakamoto's figure rises and falls on the dry seabed. Wearing a purple mandala flower bathrobe, he looks like a dancing purple butterfly, and his voice comes from the sound of empty waves.

Tokugawa Ritora subconsciously wanted to say, "You can only know the odds of winning in a fight."

But in his mind, he recalled the scene where he had just used all his strength to blast away the defense of the Skyhawk tribe old man Vincent.

He is more focused,

The other side defended the entire coastline.

Even so, Tokugawa Ritora was struggling so hard. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of terrifying pressure he would face when he actually faced the old man.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the purple figure of Sakamoto flying in front of him.

The other party's decision just now that he "must go to that sand island to take a look" made him feel that there must be a fight to the death between the two of them today and the old man sitting on the coastline.

When the clinker incident came to an end, Sakamoto actually made a false move and escaped in a way that was completely inconsistent with his usual posture and identity.

As if he had guessed Tokugawa Ritora's thoughts behind him, Sakamoto said with a smile, "I am a pirate. How can a pirate not escape? Wasn't he chased around by your Metropolitan Police Department back then?"

Tokugawa Ritora knew that the other party was not telling the truth, but he didn't care about it. Feeling the glaring gaze and sense of crisis behind him, he couldn't help but frowned his thick eyebrows and asked, "Can we do this?

Did you run away?"

"Of course I can't run away."

Sakamoto replied affirmatively, "The person who is chasing us now is a ninth-level strong man. He is just testing us."

Tokugawa Ritora was immediately choked by Sakamoto's words and continued, "Then we"

"Hold on."

"Hold on?"

"Don't forget, we are not the only ones involved in this hell world." A smile suddenly appeared on Sakamoto's face.

Entrants?

Tokugawa Ritora was startled for a moment, lowered his head and fell into silence.

The next moment, when he raised his head again, he found that Sakamoto, who was not far in front of him, had stopped at some point, turned around and looked at him with a smile, and even took out the handbag from his waist with enough time.

A metal cigarette stick.

What happened?

Tokugawa Ritora quickly realized that the other person's eyes were not on him, so he looked over his shoulder and looked behind him.

"Here we come." Sakamoto said.

Tokugawa Ritora suddenly looked back when he heard the words, and saw that in the heavy rain behind him, no one heard him before he saw him.

"Hahaha, we haven't seen each other for so many years, and you, an old guy, are now chasing two juniors and can't even move forward?"

Hearing this voice, Vincent, the old man of the Skyhawk tribe, suddenly froze in his hurrying figure.

He stood there but did not turn around. He just said with an increasingly gloomy face, "I should have thought of it earlier. An old guy like you who is dying will definitely not miss this opportunity."

As he finished speaking, a figure of an old man with a weather-beaten face slowly emerged from the rain curtain on the seawall behind Vincent.

The old man looks short, with two deep-set eyes, but his eyes are extremely bright. He wears a very unique gray wool retro octagonal hat on his neatly combed gray-white hair. On the front of the hat brim is a black skull.

The logo on his head, with both hands in front of him holding a black cane.

The moment he saw the gray retro-looking octagonal hat and the black skull on it, Tokugawa Kuritora's face couldn't help but change slightly!

At this moment, a name that was said to be able to stop children crying at night appeared in his mind almost subconsciously.

The Four Kings of the West Sea.

The remnants of a previous generation.
To be continued...