The pale arrow emerged from the string in an instant.

In an instant, it broke through the two-dimensional world, rushed out of the battlefield, penetrated the power of the Cyclops to control the world, ascended all the way, hit the eighth caste of the linear body, and penetrated all the flashing two-dimensional body and the eighth caste of the linear body, all the way backwards until it penetrated the silver spacecraft and disappeared at the end of the world.

The blow that enveloped Su Chen collapsed in an instant and disappeared.

As the directional transformation trend of two-dimensional weaving ended, Su Chen's two-dimensional body collapsed and exploded. The edges of his body, palms and body all turned into bloody plasma, but the cross section was extremely neat, and Su Chen completely fell on the ground.

The blood-colored crystal sword disappeared.

This battle almost killed Su Chen's original body and almost exhausted the energy in his body. However, the analytical power was still pouring out continuously, forcibly transforming dark energy and repairing his body. However, Su Chen's consciousness was even more severely damaged. He was unable to maintain the huge world of chemicals. The city covering the red planets began to collapse from far and near.

The tall buildings that towered into the sky exploded step by step, tilting like pillars of the sky, smashing into the continuous shanty towns under your feet.

That scene was like the end of the world.

Su Chen fell to the ground, his body was recovering quickly, and his broken fingers were repairing again.

He raised his head, and his blood-red eyes reflected the scene in the sky.

The silver spaceship drifted towards the end of the field of view with the rolling smoke, and the eighth caste of the line contracted into a ball, falling depressedly from the skyline.

The pale arrow is an arrow that can kill gods instantly, but it does not have such a powerful effect on existences lower than gods. However, the eighth caste of the linear body was using two-dimensional body for dimensional reduction strikes at that time. For the analytical power, it was also a target worthy of "analysis". Therefore, it was seriously injured and dying in an instant. It failed at the last moment before the great victory, and it turned out to be a great defeat. Even Su Chen's power of the transformation began to collapse with his own serious injury, the eighth caste of the linear body was unable to fight again. It could not even control the loss of its own body and dark energy, like the Kunpeng with a broken wing in the sky, slowly falling.

Nearby, the Cyclops had not given up. It picked up a huge seven-meter-long steel bar in the collapsed world of chemicals, jumped high, and rushed towards Su Chen from top to bottom, hitting directly.

The steel bar penetrated Su Chen's body and almost nailed him into the ground behind him.

Su Chen was seriously injured and could not avoid it without evasion. His control over the chemical world was also reduced with the weakness of dark energy perception, and he could not turn this steel bar into invisible moments before the attack came.

But that doesn't matter.

Nailed to the ground, Su Chen raised his head and looked at the Cyclops in front of him.

The cyclops, who were over five meters tall, stood in front of him, like a huge shadow, with many emotions in their huge eyes.

For example, the confusion and shock at Su Chen's breakthrough in the two-dimensional directional strike, the deep greed for the power of the ninth domain, the ecstasy and excitement for the about to succeed... and so on.

At this moment, it has too many emotions, not even like what a dignified caste should have.

That's because it's too eager.

Su Chen was covered in blood, the edge of his body was still repairing, his hands and feet were not even recovered, and blood foam was still spraying in his mouth, but his eyes were particularly calm compared to the Cyclops. He could even smile and say, "How do you think I broke through your dimensionality reduction strike?"

"Stop struggling, human." The tone of the Cyclops still had a sense of calm and control that was as high as the ruler and everything was in control. But what it didn't know was that the excitement and ecstasy in its eyes had already betrayed it, and this tone made it look particularly funny. The oppression brought by the previous powerful posture scattered in Su Chen's eyes like a bubble, and it said, "That is of course the power of the ninth domain, of course the power of the ninth domain!

"Only the power of the ninth domain can achieve this level!

"Submit it, hand over the power of your ninth domain!!!"

Su Chen looked at it, and his tone changed between pretending to be calm and hysterical. He looked at its shoulder-length right arm and laughed, first with that silent laugh, and then turned into a haha ​​laugh. The laughter echoed in the collapsed world of chemicals. It was a bit ridiculous, but more of a cunning and terrifying meaning.

The Cyclops felt some kind of humiliation and ridicule from here, and it roared, "What are you laughing about? Humans, what are you laughing about?! You are already finished! You can get to this day because of the power of the Ninth Domain. Now, give them to me, that is mine, and only the real strong man can have this power!!"

Su Chen stopped laughing, he looked at it, with a little pity in his eyes, and said, "I'm laughing at you that you can't tell the difference.

"When that monster wants to eat me and becomes me, how could it help me?

"That's not the power of the ninth domain.

“That is a power.

"That's the blessing that everyone promises to me."

"What do you mean?" The Cyclops were a little confused.

Su Chen smiled, his laughter echoed in this desolate world, but there was not much empathetic joy. He raised his right hand that had just recovered, pointed behind the Cyclops, and said, "Look, look... look behind you.

“Look at… what is the blessing of the whole people.

"What……

"It's the Curse of Blood."

The Cyclops realized something, or, in other words, the powerful eighth caste, the demigod noticed something, loosened the steel bars tightly in the palm of his hand, stumbled back two steps, and turned his head.

Behind it is the cracked city street.

This is a wide road, originally empty, but here, a scene that the Cyclops couldn't believe appeared.

On this street, at this moment... there were people standing there.

It's dense, and you can't see the edge at first sight.

All are humans.

They have different faces and expressions, but they cannot count them. They cover the streets, and even other streets that are invisible here are all these humans.

"This is……"

The Cyclops were stunned.

And near, an old man stood.

His face was withered, but his body was extremely stagnant, like a pine tree. He was just a third caste, but at this moment, he raised his fist without hesitation and fisted at the eighth caste in front of him.

And with his movements, behind him, the calm expressions of countless people turned into anger one after another.

They roared, roared, ran, and rushed towards the Cyclops.

Especially a wave, swallowing it up.

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Chapter completed!