The blood-colored crystal sword broke into two sections in front of Su Chen's eyes. The broken part rotated and flew out, landed on the ground on the other side, and the sharp sword tip penetrated into the ground.

And Su Chen was looking up.

At the cracked crack, fragments of the blood-colored crystal sword fell on him.

He was still holding the hilt of the blood-colored crystal sword in his hand, and the sword had broken, only half of it was still in Su Chen's hand.

The light of the blood-colored crystal sword dimmed.

This curse sword that followed Su Chen all the way from the Battle of Tokyo to today seems to have reached the end of its life span.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but in a vague way, Su Chen seemed to hear a faint sigh, which sounded in his heart.

And near, the tall cyclops were staring at him silently.

Then slowly lift the huge sharp blade in your hand.

Then……

“Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhh…”

A long-lost voice suddenly rang in Su Chen's ears.

At that moment, the "thing" that was constantly struggling to rush out of the Ring of Anoval finally rushed out.

That was not the analytical power that Su Chen thought, but a person who was completely impossible to appear here in his expectation.

It was a small, black shadow, which was probably only a little bigger than a palm, wearing a black school uniform-like clothes, with dark wings growing behind her, and her long black hair flying in the air.

She tried her best to squeeze out from the ring of Anoval, as if she wanted to raise her momentum to attack, but her voice was too tender and her body was too petite. Her charge and shout seemed to have nothing to do with her momentum, she was only cute.

She held up a black "spike" - the spear was taller than her body, about the same size as a chopstick used in the Huaxia region.

But she suddenly appeared like a cannonball and plunged into the arms of the cyclops.

The petite body shook the huge shell.

The Cyclops was actually shaken by her body, stumbled backwards, and almost fell to the ground.

While stabilizing its figure, it reached out to catch the annoying little fly.

But she was already screaming and rising, flying with her soul's body. Moreover, she didn't seem to know the principle of pursuing victory. She knocked open the eighth caste of Cyclops, and then flew back screamingly, pulling Su Chen's horns of clothes and flying forward, wanting to take Su Chen to escape.

At this critical moment, Su Chen was distracted. He turned his head blankly and looked at the little shadow that was struggling to fly with his expression twisted because he tried too hard.

Look at...

Just watching...

Look at her.

Looking at An.

What came out of the Ring of Anoval is not Su Chen's analytical power that he thought of, but this small figure in front of him is more useful and more important than analytical power for Su Chen.

He didn't understand, why An, who clearly needed the last help of cracked life to be resurrected, can "live" now, and why An was able to break out of the Ring of Anoval...

What exactly happened during this period?

Did she feel it during the period when An "dead"?

Is this little guy really his own darkness?

An seems to have changed a little compared to before, first of all, the appearance changes, her wings, eyes, and hair have completely turned into pure dark black.

At the same time, her power seems to be much stronger than before, but what is strange is that although her power is much stronger, it is difficult to distinguish the concepts of state and level.

Su Chen had discovered this before that An had power and could also use dark energy, which was not even weaker than ordinary caste creatures. However, in her, she could hardly find the characteristics of caste creatures, and could not tell what level her power had reached. Therefore, An's strength has always been just a vague concept. However, this was not important before, and there was almost no place where An needed to fight.

And now it is the same. An's power is much stronger than Su Chen's memory. An before could not even shake the heavenly sign of the pseudo-seventh caste. The body of the Cyclops, the eighth caste, shaking just now.

That was not accidental. The first eighth caste could not be attacked by some weak person and would not stand firmly.

However, to be able to do this, An still does not have any obvious characteristics of caste. But in general, An has become more powerful than before.

What's going on?

Why did An become more powerful than before?

Is it because of cracked life?

He had too many questions, too many things to say, but when those words came to his mouth, he only had a hoarse call, "An..."

The shadow was looming, and the eighth caste of the Cyclops was coming again.

An turned his head in a hurry and screamed in horror: "Wow! The big monster is here! Su Chen, think of a way!! The last time the golden monster disappeared, why did another one appear? Run, run, run, run, why are there fighting everywhere?"

And at the far end of the battlefield.

Bai Feng heard something faintly. He turned his head and listened to the sounds whizzing from the wind, his brows became deeper and deeper.

"Who is that?"

Guan Ling was pulling him to fly at a low altitude. The Rose Knight was still having some fantasy about Su Chen, and did not leave the battlefield quickly, but left slowly. Thinking that if there were new changes on the battlefield, she would also go to help Su Chen immediately. At this time, she asked Bai Feng: "What are you going to do? Why did you stop?"

"Wait... who is that? Who is that?!" Bai Feng broke free from Guan Ling's pull, fell from a height of seven or eight meters, and fell heavily below.

He fell to his face full of dust, but he flipped out his diary from his arms and flipped it on the ground.

Listening to the screams in the distance, he kept flipping the diary in his hand.

"Who is that? Whose voice is that? Who's voice is that? I remember that voice...I remember that voice..."

"What are you doing?" Guan Ling also fell down and grabbed Bai Feng.

Bai Feng grabbed her with his back hand and tried extremely hard. His eyes became blurred, and the world in front of him seemed to turn into a pale field: "I remember her! I remember her! An important person has disappeared! I heard her voice! I heard her voice!

"She is here! She is here!"

Bai Feng did not record An's death in his diary. At this moment, he heard An's voice and felt in a trance that he seemed to hear the voice of the person he had been looking for.

On this desolate land, Bai Feng fell into a kind of long-lost madness.

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Chapter completed!