The cursing voices around him were getting farther and farther away, as if they were isolated by a thick layer of water glass.
The Rock and rotten vegetable leaves that hit me also lost their touch.
John closed his eyes and felt like he was falling.
There was no light, no sound, and even the pain was gradually fading away.
Everything is returning to nothingness.
It's like a blackboard filled with words being wiped away by a soaked sponge.
The fragments that make up his "existence" are breaking away from his body.
In this abyss of deathly silence, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Cheer up, John."
The sound was not loud, just like what someone would say casually when someone casually handed over a can of Coke while sitting next to the sofa.
John's sinking consciousness paused slightly.
This voice is so familiar.
In that void, he tried hard to open his eyes and see clearly who was speaking, but his mind seemed to be covered with a thick fog and he couldn't remember.
"We are all here for you, John."
The voice sounded again.
This time, the cold and biting sea water seemed to have faded a little.
John felt a touch of long-lost tenderness, like a thick blanket wrapped around him in the cold winter months, sticking to his skin.
But, who is it?
Who can say such things to him so calmly when the whole world wants him to die?
Just when he was racking his brains to clear away the heavy fog.
The third sentence hit his mind without warning.
"Long wait, little champion."
Boom!
These words were like a sharp blade, directly cutting through the thick gray fog.
The blackboard that had been mostly erased was instantly refilled with bright colors.
Those memories that were forcibly removed are like bamboo shoots that burst out of the ground and come back with an unstoppable attitude!
The smell of stew in the kitchen, the laughter in the yard, the weight of the golden retriever on your legs, and that ever-warm smile...
In the real world, at the bottom of a ruins pit.
Mesmer was squatting on the ground, pressing his hand firmly on John's forehead.
There was still a smile on his lips that showed he was winning.
Because this strongest body will soon be his.
But suddenly, the fat on Mesmer's face shook violently.
He felt that the muscles of the body under his hands, which had been completely relaxed, suddenly tightened as if he had received an electric shock.
Not only that, John's body began to struggle unconsciously.
"How could this happen!"
Mesmer took a deep breath and widened his little eyes.
He tried his best to activate his abilities, trying to suppress the sense of resistance again.
But the force of the rebound was like an erupting volcano, and it was simply not something that his level of mental power could suppress.
Mesmer didn't have time to withdraw his hand.
"Pfft!"
Mesmer was blown away by the force as if struck by lightning.
He spat out a large mouthful of blood in mid-air, and the blood mist dispersed in the sunlight. Then his whole body hit the broken wall more than ten meters away, and slid to the ground like mud.
Neuman's expression suddenly changed as he stood aside.
She waved her hands forward violently.
The blood suddenly burst out and turned into a dozen blood-colored chains as thick as an adult's arm. They tightly wrapped around John's limbs, waist, abdomen, and neck, forcing his back that was about to arch back to the ground.
At the same time, Clone had already pounced on him.
He sat astride John's chest, pressed his knees against John's shoulders, and strangled John's throat and wrists with both hands.
Neuman gritted his teeth, and the veins in his wrists popped out, almost all the blood that could be mobilized in his body was suppressed.
Clone, who was pressing on John, also had his arms trembling, and his knees pressed hard against John's chest.
However, the broken body beneath him not only did not calm down, but instead moved upward little by little.
Those bone-deep wounds were still bleeding, and John didn't even open his eyes, but the power bursting out from the depths of his bones was as big as a giant beast waking up.
Small cracks appeared on the surface of the blood chain.
Godolkin is completely incomprehensible.
This man's internal organs were clearly shattered, most of his bones were broken, and his spirit was almost worn out by Mesmer. How could he still unleash such unreasonable force while unconscious?
Before he could figure it out.
The blood tumbling around him suddenly stagnated.
The wind stopped.
A voice sounded directly above the pit without warning.
"Long wait, little champion."
Clone and Neuman's bodies stiffened at the same time.
Godolkin looked through the two bodies and looked forward in horror.
A man just stood on the gravel beside the pit out of thin air.
He was wearing a black knee-length coat, a gray scarf tied around his neck, and his broken hair hanging in the still air.
The man's face was very calm, and there was no murderous intent in his eyes, just like an ordinary passerby.
But in Godolkin's perception network, there should be nothing in this open space.
Clone didn't hesitate at all.
He suddenly pulled out a hand and threw the dark red Heat Vision over without any warning.
Neuman next to him raised his hands at the same time, and dozens of sharp, hardened blood tattoos were like dense raindrops, heading straight for the man's heart and face.
It's a killer move!
Facing the oncoming scarlet beams and bloody thorns in the sky, Black-Haired Man didn't even stop.
He didn't even blink, he just took a step towards the attack.
Poof.
A bloody thorn penetrated the man's chest.
There were no broken bones and no blood splattered.
The sharp blood thorns seemed to have penetrated into a mass of void air, penetrating straight out of the man's back, crackling and smashing the cement fragments behind.
Those two Heat Vision also swept the man's waist and abdomen firmly.
But the ray fell on him and couldn't even lift a corner of the black coat.
The beam penetrated his body without any hindrance and directly cut a section of the wall behind him in half.
All the means of killing fell upon him and turned into phantoms.
Missed!?
There is something unfathomable about this man.
Black-Haired Man didn't even look at Neuman beside him, let alone the clone.
He walked on his own and walked to the center of the pit.
The blood and gravel on the ground passed under his leather shoes, leaving no trace.
The man squatted down in front of John.
Looking at John's closed eyes, looking at the Stars and Stripes suit soaked in blood, and the blood overflowing from the corner of the young man's mouth.
Lynn sighed,
"It's my fault."
"The child has been wronged, and as a parent, I was unable to arrive in time."