Although gaps have appeared.
But the gap was quickly filled with more sonic waves.
Those chanting sounds penetrated deep into his Spiritual Platform from all directions, making his thinking begin to slow down.
"Soldier."
The words fell!
The second ball of light exploded and turned into countless ink-colored swords, guns, swords and halberds suspended in the air.
Those weapons were all black in color, with dense Haoran Righteous Qi runes flowing on their blades.
They poured towards Lang Tu like a heavy rain, each one carrying enough power to penetrate Killing Intent Carapace.
Lang Tu swung the ax in front of him into an airtight Axe Curtain. The ax blade collided with the ink-colored weapon, emitting a series of dense golden and iron sounds.
But there were too many weapons, and dozens of black spears penetrated through the gaps in Axe Curtain, piercing his shoulder armor, waist, abdomen, and thighs.
The moment the ink-colored spear sank into his flesh and blood, Lang Tu felt an extremely pure Haoran Righteous Qi seeping into his meridians along the wound, burning his Killing Intent Origin.
"Fight."
The third ball of light exploded and turned into a huge black shadow of a warrior.
The phantom holds a long stick as tall as its height, with dense ink runes flowing on the stick.
The fighter's shadow took a step in the direction of Lang Tu, and the long stick fell downwards.
The force of that stick was heavier than all the previous attacks Lang Tu had endured. The wind from the stick crushed the bloody carapace on top of Lang Tu's head to pieces.
Lang Tu raised his ax to block. The long stick hit the axe, and the whole Arena shook suddenly.
Lang Tu's arms were numb from the shock of the stick, and the fur at the tiger's mouth cracked several deep holes, and dark red blood spurted out from the cracks.
"Who."
The fourth ball of light exploded and turned into a huge dark round mirror.
The figure of Lang Tu is reflected in the round mirror, but there are subtle differences between the Lang Tu in the mirror and the real Lang Tu.
The Lang Tu and Killing Intent Carapace in the mirror are complete, the ax in the hand is sharp, and the dark red light around the body is pure.
The mirror began to rotate slowly, and Lang Tu in the mirror was also rotating.
As the rotation accelerated, the real Lang Tu felt that the Killing Intent Origin in his body was slowly being peeled off, pulled, and poured back into the round mirror by some force.
"You..."
A trace of panic flashed in Lang Tu's dark green vertical pupils.
He felt that the Sha Qi in his body was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bloody carapace was peeling off layer by layer, and the dark red light on the ax surface was dimming little by little.
He suddenly struck the ax towards the round mirror, but the ax blade was blocked by an invisible force three feet away from the mirror.
"Both."
The fifth ball of light exploded and turned into a huge black network falling from the sky.
The network covers the entire Arena, with dense ink runes flowing in the grid.
The Internet fell on Lang Tu, covering his entire body.
The grid begins to tighten the moment it touches Lang Tu's body surface Sha Qi.
Like a fishing net that was suddenly tightened, Lang Tu's limbs, torso, and even neck were all strangled.
Lang Tu struggled wildly, and dark red Sha Qi spewed out from the body surface trying to open the network.
But the network tightened tighter and tighter under Haoran Righteous Qi's infusion, strangling Lang Tu until he could hardly breathe.
"Array."
The sixth ball of light exploded and turned into a small black military formation suspended above Lang Tu's head.
The military formation is lined with dense shadows of dark-colored soldiers. Each soldier is holding a long sword with the tip of the sword facing down.