Chapter 1123: Beauty and the Beast? Hope you're not too weak!

"Puh!"

Luo Qing suffered a heavy blow and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Her body slammed onto the ground like a broken kite.

"Qing'er!" Zhang Tiancheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes splitting.

He watched with his own eyes as his wife was struck by the person he respected the most.

A clear depression appeared on her abdomen.

Inside there, a new life was being nurtured!

Zhang Tiancheng let out a low roar, his eyes blood-red, and he rushed out regardless of everything.

Halfway there, he used his talent, and his iron body suddenly appeared.

Before he could step forward to check Luo Qing's injuries, Yue Lan appeared strangely in front of him, blocking his path.

"Move!"

Zhang Tiancheng threw a punch, but Yue Lan tilted her head slightly and dodged it easily.

The latter raised her leg and kicked him hard, emitting a dull sound of metal collision.

Zhang Tiancheng grabbed Yue Lan's ankle, his face ferocious: "Sister Yue, forgive me!"

Saying this, he slammed her onto the ground.

"Peng!"

Yue Lan's head made intimate contact with the ground, instantly smashing out a patch of blood.

However, that wasn't the end of it; Zhang Tiancheng, as if having lost his sanity, stepped on Yue Lan and then rode on her.

His fists bombarded her face crazily.

One after another, without reservation.

"Peng peng..."

Seeing blood splashing, the weak Luo Qing hurriedly spoke to stop him: "Don't hurt Sister Yue!"

Zhang Tiancheng heard the voice of his beloved, and his eyes instantly cleared up a bit.

He looked at the blood-covered Yue Lan, feeling immense pain in his heart.

He knew the other party definitely didn't mean it.

But in his anxiety, he hadn't been able to control his emotions.

At this moment, Yue Lan suddenly struggled to get up.

"Still able to move?"

Zhang Tiancheng saw this and immediately pinned Yue Lan's hands and head down.

He turned to look at Ximen Zhirou and the others, shouting: "Hurry up and think of a way!"

A way?

What way could there be?

Ximen Zhirou stared at the petrified Wang Defa, a feeling of fear lingering in his heart.

At the same time, more and more controlled people began to attack players around them indiscriminately.

Screams were endless, and the scene was incredibly chaotic.

Qin Weiyang kicked a player who rushed up away and said: "Hurry up, if we don't find a solution, Su Yang will wake up!"

As soon as these words were out, people looked over.

They saw the flow of blood qi gradually decreasing.

This meant...

The devouring phase was about to end.

And Su Yang would also display a stronger posture.

At that time, no one would be able to stop him!

Everyone here would be killed!

"Damn it!" Ximen Zhirou cursed.

Lu Junsheng was gone, and Lin Yang's life or death was unknown.

Zhuang Wu was still unconscious, and Wen Ran had lost her only chance to use "Assassination."

Wang Defa was devoid of life, and Wang Yuning didn't know where she had run off to.

Now only he and Qin Weiyang had a chance to find a way to break the situation.

Immense pressure fell on his shoulders, and he suddenly became somewhat at a loss.

In the past, it was always Su Yang who made the decisions.

Ximen Zhirou only needed to listen and act.

Even if they discussed it, it wasn't his turn to interject.

It could be said that in this team, Ximen Zhirou had no other contributions besides contributing faith points for every clearance.

He even acted as a relative side effect.

Despised by others.

Now that all hope was pinned on him, Ximen Zhirou was not only unaccustomed to it but also somewhat panicked.

He had never faced such a huge challenge.

It was also the first time he had been entrusted with high hopes.

The lives of his partners all needed him to save them.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt the burden on his shoulders become heavier.

"What do we do?"

"What do we do!?"

Ximen Zhirou, while dealing with the players rushing up, racked his brains to think of a way.

He looked at Qin Weiyang, who was fighting in a bloody battle, opened his mouth, but chose not to say the words.

The other party didn't know the situation in White Bear City.

And "Weakness" was still in cooldown, unable to restrict the rampaging Su Yang.

"Where the hell did Huang Hua die?!" Ximen Zhirou cursed loudly.

That guy possessed "Deduction," perhaps he had a way to find a breakthrough among countless possibilities.

But looking around, he couldn't find Huang Hua's figure anywhere.

"Hiding at a critical moment, you're really something!" Ximen Zhirou snorted coldly.

"Su Yang is awake!" Qin Weiyang suddenly shouted.

What?!

Ximen Zhirou turned to look and saw that the blood qi had been completely devoured.

The progress bar was ninety percent full, only ten percent away from reaching level four.

And the acquisition of this last ten percent...

Even with his toes, he knew they were the final prey!

"Kacha!"

Su Yang loosened his neck and limbs, suddenly taking a step forward.

"Sou—"

The next moment, he appeared instantly in front of Qin Weiyang.

That ferocious and evil face was facing her cold and beautiful face.

Like Beauty and the Beast, forming a strong contrast.

"Die!"

Su Yang suddenly threw a punch, instantly shattering Qin Weiyang's shoulder.

Even though the latter had extremely rich experience in technique.

But under the absolute strength gap, any technique was futile.

"I can only fight!" Qin Weiyang looked at her drooping right arm, a flash of determination in her eyes.

"Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I'll pull you back!"

Saying this, Qin Weiyang tore off her sleeve, gripped the knuckle duster in her hand, her brows filled with seriousness.

Su Yang ignored her, raised his leg, and flashed in front of her again.

Repeating the same trick, it was still a simple punch.

No flashy buildup, let alone any so-called moves.

Returning to simplicity, reaching the extreme.

"It's coming!"

Qin Weiyang furrowed her brows, figured out the opponent's punching route, and twisted her body to dodge.

"Boom!"

But even the wind of the punch was enough to blow her away.

The terrifying sonic boom shook her eardrums, and the impact instantly shook off a layer of ground ten meters ahead.

Qin Weiyang rolled in mid-air a few times, stabilized her figure, and landed.

She looked at Su Yang's cold eyes and gritted her teeth: "No, the strength gap is too big, I can't fight him at all."

At this very moment, she finally realized how terrifying the pressure of the fused demon was.

No wonder Gao Zhiyi was so fearful.

And was willing to pay any price to obtain it.

In this state, he could even strangle a tentacle monster with his bare hands.

Let alone herself, who was only at level four.

It could be called a dimensional reduction strike!

Suddenly, Su Yang moved!

This time the target he chose wasn't Qin Weiyang, but Wen Ran in front.

"Wait, don't!"

Wen Ran had just opened her mouth when Su Yang's palm pierced directly through her chest.

Immediately after, he casually tossed this body away and continued to kill the next person.

"Wen Ran!!!" Ximen Zhirou felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his whole body freezing in place.

Watching his partners fall one by one, his state of mind suffered a huge impact.

He suddenly lost his soul.

"Could it be..."

"Are we really going to be wiped out?"

The most painful thing was that they weren't dying at the hands of the enemy.

But at the hands of their own "Ascend God" seed!

Suddenly at this moment, Su Yang appeared behind Ximen Zhirou.

"Die!"

A large hand slapped down, aiming straight for his crown.

At this moment, Ximen Zhirou felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his heart turning cold.

"Peng!"

A violent impact exploded on his head, and Ximen Zhirou, like a small boat in a storm, was blown away.

He subconsciously touched his head and found he wasn't dead.

"Hmm?"

"I'm okay?"

"Could it be..."

Ximen Zhirou harbored hope in his heart, wondering if it was Su Yang's own will that had overcome the talent and he had woken up?

But when he looked up, he couldn't help but show a look of astonishment.

Only to see a blood-red figure wreathed in black aura tightly gripping Su Yang's wrist.

One black with red.

The other red with black.

As if born enemies.

Confronting each other!

Hm?

Seeing the "Blood Ghost" who had suddenly killed his way out, a look of hope immediately surfaced in Ximen Zhirou's eyes.

Cheng Beixiao tilted his head to look at Ximen Zhirou and said: "You go deal with the other controlled players."

"Leave the demon to me."

After finishing, he turned to look at Su Yang and said faintly: "I've long wanted to fight you."

"Mr. Demon..."

"Hope you're not too weak!"