Chapter 1105: Damn, He Seems to Have Seen Me

Nai Ge and the others' understanding of Star-Borns was based on Beimian. Although he possessed a Secondary Origin body, his strength was just so-so, so everyone naturally thought that Star-Borns were just like this.

But now, Nanmian's beam of light showed the true strength of a Star-Born. This beam of light wasn't the kind of slow magic, but a beam of light, just like the holy light shining of a little angel. You were already hit the moment you saw it.

But what was more terrifying than holy light shining was that the beam of light was more condensed and wouldn't diffuse as the distance increased. From the moment he swung his hand until it hit the target tens of thousands of meters away, the power didn't decay at all.

One hit killed a Mourning Undead Soldier, which showed the power of the beam. What kind of attack was this? Origin power?

Ang didn't speak, but the Grand Speaker said: "Neither. This is his famous signature move—Nanmian's Strike. Gaze locked, long-time charging, the power is terrifying. I have seen him charge for ninety-eight seconds at the longest before, and he blasted the plane under his feet to pieces with one hit."

"Hiss—" Nai Ge gasped. The Huanyan plane under their feet wasn't big, with a diameter of only seventy or eighty kilometers, but blasting it to pieces with one hit, wouldn't this Nanmian be a walking world-destroying array?

And his Nanmian's Strike wasn't Origin power, just a pure energy beam. That is to say, he was purely suppressing people with force. This represented that he possessed powerful strength.

The most terrifying thing about Ang now was also his powerful strength. He had Little Ghost and Kelaamu on him, both of which were plane-will-level existences. Nothing else, just lots of energy. As long as Ang's body could withstand it, he could win against many enemies by brute force.

This feeling of having more strength than others was just great.

"Ah!!!" The older Mourning Undead Soldier let out a desperate wail. Watching his child die in front of him was more desperate than dying himself.

Swinging the body in his hand, the older Mourning Undead Soldier launched an attack regardless of everything, like a madman.

Nanmian kept retreating, his figure like a candle swaying in the wind, lightly and effortlessly avoiding all attacks.

Nai Ge couldn't stand it anymore: "He is so perverted. He doesn't kill people directly, but is extending the battle process just to enjoy the other party's anger and despair. Is there something wrong with him?"

Anthony also frowned. He had seen too many perverts. Killing people didn't matter, but he especially hated guys who liked to see others angry and desperate.

"No, I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to beat him to death. Ang, you protect me." Nai Ge volunteered.

"Pfft..." Others didn't react, but the Grand Speaker laughed out loud. This was good. He had just told others not to laugh, and now he laughed the loudest, immediately alarming Nanmian.

Nanmian's consciousness swept over, shouting sharply: "What thing!"

The Grand Speaker covered his mouth tightly, looking annoyed and ashamed, and also looked at Nai Ge resentfully, the expression as if saying: It's all your fault for telling a joke...

Ang put his hands behind his back.

The Grand Speaker soon found in surprise that Nanmian's consciousness had clearly swept over, but he didn't find them, and instead showed a look of doubt.

"Really can't be discovered? His consciousness swept over, right? Is it because of the little sapling?" The Grand Speaker asked in a low voice.

Nai Ge spread his hands: "Even if it can't be discovered, he will notice something is wrong. Anyway, it's exposed. You still told me not to laugh, you laughed louder than me."

"I..." The Grand Speaker wanted to say "It's not your fault," but couldn't say it. It was indeed him who laughed too loudly.

Although Nanmian's consciousness couldn't see anything, he definitely wouldn't think he heard it wrong. There must be something nearby.

Realizing this, he couldn't care about the Mourning Undead Soldier anymore, turned a corner, and swept toward the ground, waving his hand far away.

Countless low-level dark element energy balls fell like raindrops, covering a large area. Before this wave of energy balls finished falling, Nanmian swung his hand again, and another wave of energy balls fell, extending further away.

This was the true Star-Born, high energy level, fast speed, charging can explode super-strong attacks. After lowering the intensity, the quantity can make people desperate. Every move and gesture is unparalleled in power, simply like... simply like Ang.

The energy balls fell on Ang and the others' position without accident. The little sapling hurriedly put away its branches, true leaves crossed and covered its head. However, after thinking about it, it separated a true leaf, moved forward, and covered Ang's forehead position.

But how could Ang let these dark element energy balls fall on everyone? I saw him take a step forward, the Star God Body emerged from his body, and the hand behind his back swung out fiercely.

With the exact same posture as Nanmian, he swung out an identical beam of light. With a flash, it hit the stunned Nanmian, the strong light flashed, and a white crystal was blasted away from the strong light.

The Grand Speaker's eyes widened: "How do you also know his signature move?"

Nai Ge and Anthony were also stunned there.

Ang tilted his head and said uncomprehendingly: "You said, charge, lock."

"Pfft—I said it and you learned it? I also said void Origin is very powerful, could it be that you are too?" The Grand Speaker spat blood. Just by relying on the two words he said, he learned Nanmian's signature move? Believing this is not as good as believing he is void Origin.

Ang nodded truthfully.

What do you mean by nodding? The Grand Speaker was puzzled, but just then Nai Ge thought of something and interrupted his train of thought.

Nai Ge patted his waist and said: "It really is learned as soon as it's said. Ang knew how to charge before. Whether it's the magic-delayed concentrated explosion one-piece molding technique, or the original Mourning Hand, aren't they all for charging? If you know how to charge, are you afraid of having no energy?"

"Alright alright, stop discussing, run quickly, Lord, spores." Anthony interrupted everyone and said quickly.

Everyone hurriedly gathered around. Ang flicked some almost invisible powder toward the Mourning Undead Soldiers carrying coffins in the distance, and then quickly rubbed a teleportation array with his hands, preparing to teleport.

After everyone gathered, Anthony shouted to the older Mourning Undead Soldier above: "Are you going or not?"

That Mourning Undead Soldier had been in a dazed state since Ang swung the beam of light. Hearing Anthony's words, he pointed to his nose uncomprehendingly.

Anthony shouted impatiently: "Hurry up."

"Oh oh." The older Mourning Undead Soldier flew down carrying the body in his hand.

Ang slapped the teleportation array on the ground, white light flashed, the light faded, and everyone disappeared.

Teleported to a new place, the older Mourning Undead Soldier looked around suspiciously.

The Grand Speaker just breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately thought of something: "Damn, he seems to have seen me. Nanmian seems to have seen me." ===== CHAPTER 1106 =====