[The current condition is not good. I have automatically purchased 10 points of spiritual amplification potion, which cost 1,000 ghosts. The current remaining ghosts are: 19,565 ghosts]

[The current status is excellent, and it has entered the "nothing" state. In this state, [Wugang Night Walk] is turned on to reduce physical consumption by 80%, and the physical recovery speed is doubled, and the duration is 1 minute]

[Desperate Incentive: Activate [Exclusive Partner - Projectile Shooter] - After establishing a link with [Exclusive Partner], you will immediately receive 20 points of partner growth]

Amidst the system's announcement, an image suddenly appeared in Fang Xingyang's mind.

The scene was like a small animation. The perspective started with someone opening his eyes in a daze, and then there was a lazy yawn in his mind.

But what is shown in the picture is his Wugang commissioned shop.

And the location of this perspective... turned out to be the counter in his store!

This strange location, this unique perspective...

"Is this...the perspective of a projectile shooter?" He exclaimed secretly.

"Huh??"

The projectile shooter in the perspective seemed to be able to hear his voice, and raised his head curiously.

"Pellet Shooter, can you hear me?"

The pictures in my mind clicked up and down, "Eh? Daddy?"

Then, the projectile shooter looked around as if he was anxious because he couldn't find him.

The next second, a dull sound of breaking wind exploded from in front of Fang Xingyang.

Yiwang didn't know when he launched an attack on him and hit him directly in the chest.

It felt like being pushed against the chest by a siege vehicle traveling at full speed.

The sour and refreshing feeling makes you want to spit out all your internal organs!

[Warning! A fatal attack has been detected, the internal organs are seriously damaged, and the chaotic magic energy in the body is seriously contaminated! Please use [Blessing of the Lost Kingdom] for treatment and purification immediately!]

Fang Xingyang was still flying in the air, subconsciously clenching the jade pendant in his hand.

Dazzling healing light burst out from his body, even brighter than when he resuscitated the Demon Eater.

Half a second later, he hit the wall of the hall, and he even heard a "click" sound coming from himself.

But this time, the system did not give him a danger warning...

"Ugh! Daddy!!"

The little guy in his mind seemed to be able to see the situation here, and became anxious after seeing him being knocked away.

The perspective suddenly jumped off the counter, and Fang Xingyang even clearly heard the sound of the flower pot falling to the ground.

Then he watched the pellet thrower jumping around trying to open the door of the store and come out to find him.

But he had no choice but to lock the door from the outside.

The next second, a small wooden basket appeared on the screen, and quietly lying in the basket was a wooden energy bomb.

Before Fang Xingyang could recover, the store door was blown over with a loud "bang".

Then the little guy in his mind seemed to know his location and ran over with a "pat pat pat" sound...

Fang Xingyang smiled bitterly and spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs fragments.

He was a little confused. Could it be that the "Two Minutes to Survive" task issued by the system was just to wait for the projectile shooter to come to support?

Will projectile shooting be the key to his comeback?

He felt a little incredible.

But the projectile shooter in the picture does look a little different from before.

For example...the pellet thrower is obviously so small, how can it run so fast? And...

It looks like it has grown a little taller?

The low sound of footsteps forced Fang Xingyang to turn his attention to himself.

There were still 89 seconds left on the countdown above his head, but Yi Wang had slowly walked up to him, and the surging chaotic magic energy surrounding him flowed down its body to the ground like water.

Looking at Yi Wang's leisurely pace, Fang Xingyang thought that the mastermind behind the scenes did not want to kill him.

If the mastermind behind the scenes had thought about it, let alone 120 seconds, 20 seconds would have been enough for him to die ten times.

[Warning! An unknown dark magic circle has been detected, please escape from the magic circle area immediately!]

Amidst the system's warning sound, Fang Xingyang was horrified to find that black smoke began to rise next to him!

Looking below him, countless strange symbols were seeping out of the ground beneath him.

These symbols are all composed of the chaotic magic energy flowing out of Yi Wang's body, and all the symbols converge into a circle, enclosing his entire body.

The blow just now almost knocked all the bones in his body apart, and he struggled to get up from the ground and escape.

But his legs seemed to be out of control and unresponsive.

Seeing the magic circle under him gradually taking shape, more and more mysterious symbols that he couldn't understand appeared from the magic circle.

Fang Xingyang felt like a lamb thrown on the altar, waiting to be sacrificed by evil people.

He inserted the flintlock gun into the waistband of his trousers and clenched the jade pendant tightly with both hands.

Unprecedented healing light emanated from the jade pendant, reflecting his entire body in green.

Soon, a white mist was generated from the green light beside him.

Yiwang seemed to have noticed something was wrong with him, and stretched out his claws to hold him down.

But Fang Xingyang was like a ghost, disappearing under Yi Wang's claws in an instant.

In an instant, Fang Xingyang appeared in the corner of the hall, and hit the wall with a bang as if he couldn't stop the car.

He recovered from the [Fog Harbor Night Walk] state and turned to look at the black magic circle with a look of fear on his face.

After the formation of the magic circle was completed, a terrifying energy flow spurted out from under the magic circle like a countercurrent waterfall, and then mysteriously disappeared into the air.

Fang Xingyang didn't know what this magic circle was for. Anyway, if he hadn't run away just now, something terrible might have happened.

In his mind, the "pat-pat-pat" footsteps became more and more intensive, and he even heard bursts of milky sounds and gasping sounds.

Fang Xingyang had to admit that the projectile thrower ran really fast, almost as fast as his 100-meter sprint speed.

In less than thirty seconds, the projectile shooter was almost there!

But... the projectile shooter seems to be running a little too fast, and it doesn't match the countdown with more than 70 seconds left above his head...

Could it be that there were some mistakes in the process? For example, the projectile shooter tripped because he ran too fast or something?

Fang Xingyang, who was at the end of his rope, began to focus all his attention on his random thoughts.

In the center of the hall, the witchcraft master who lost the jade pendant's continuous treatment became violent again.

She struggled wildly. The rope Fang Xingyang tied her body was not a knot in the first place, and she quickly broke free from it.

The enchantress who broke free stood in the middle of the hall, glaring at everything she saw like a crazy and out-of-control beast.

Finally, her eyes fell on Yi Wang.

With a terrifying roar, the Conjurer suddenly rushed toward it.

Yi Wang turned around and counterattacked, and its sharp claws collided with the giant claws of the witch sorcerer.

A large amount of chaotic magic energy burst out from the hall in an instant, causing Fang Xingyang's whole body to hurt as if he had been cut by a knife.

In terms of body shape, the Curse Master in the curse-breaking form was much bigger than Yi Wang, but even with such a size difference, the Curse Master was still slapped away by Yi Wang's claws.

For Yiwang, this blow was as easy as hitting a tennis ball...

The witchcraft master hit the wall of the hall hard before stopping. Such a violent attack temporarily suppressed her out-of-control progress and made her wake up again. She looked at Yi Wang and Fang Xingyang in front of her with blurred eyes.

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Yiwang ignored Fang Xingyang in the corner and walked slowly towards the witchcraft master.

After all, its target is not Fang Xingyang, but the metal piece inside the sorcerer's body.

But as soon as it reached the center of the hall, it was attracted by a rapid "click" sound coming from outside the door, as if someone was running.

But the running sound seemed very "out of place".

Because it was like the sound of a child running barefoot on the floor, and as he ran, he suddenly made a milky sound:

"Eaaaah!!"

Amidst the childish shouting, several wooden projectiles shining with colorful lights flew towards Yiwang from outside the door.

It seemed that not even the mastermind behind the scenes was aware of the arrival of this uninvited guest, leaving Yiwang to stand there and take full damage from all the projectiles.

The destructive power of those projectiles cannot be underestimated, even the floor tiles in the hall were blown up in all directions.

For a moment, the rising smoke covered a pool of chaotic magic energy around him.

In Fang Xingyang's mind, he also saw himself lying in the corner like a dead dog through the perspective of the projectile shooter.

He looked at the countdown above his head with confusion, and the confusion on his face suddenly turned into panic.

What the hell? There are still nearly thirty seconds left, is the projectile shooter speeding?

Or is it that the projectile shooter is holding back his ultimate move and has to wait more than thirty seconds before releasing it to end the battle?

With all kinds of doubts, Fang Xingyang gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground.
Chapter completed!