At this time, Wan Ming's surroundings seemed to have returned to their original appearance. And on his fist, there was a corpse that had been punched through, and it was even bleeding slowly at this time.

Wan Ming silently took out his arm and threw the body away.

The others seemed to have not seen Wan Ming's movement, and were still looking ahead intently, running forward as hard as they could.

"Could it be that such a long time just passed, just a moment?"

This was Wan Ming's first reaction. The scene in front of him seemed to remain exactly the same as the moment the black curtain fell.

And the reactions of others that followed seemed to confirm his guess.

When they saw Wan Ming throwing out the body, their faces showed more or less expressions of doubt and surprise. They had no idea where the body came from and why it was in Wan Ming's hands.

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"The destination is ahead! It seems that someone is approaching us quickly. Speed ​​up your speed. No one will care about you if you fall behind!"

Suddenly someone in the team shouted, and the entire team seemed to press a start switch, and their movement speed instantly increased.

"That boy from Magic City Academy, can you still keep up?"

"I can keep up." Wan Ming answered subconsciously.

But the next second he felt something was wrong. The originally wide corridor seemed to have become much narrower the moment he agreed.

At the same time, huge pressure was exerted from all directions. Wan Ming, who was completely unprepared, almost fell to the ground because of the sudden pressure.

When Wan Ming raised his head again, what surprised him a little was that the others seemed not to be affected at all and were still moving quickly.

Just a small accident, Wan Ming has been left behind in the second half of the team.

"hurry up."

The urging voice sounded again, and the speed of the team increased accordingly.

Wan Ming subconsciously increased his speed, but the gap between him and the large force in front became wider and wider.

"Speed ​​up a little more!"

"Speed ​​up more!"

Every time this sound sounded, Wan Ming would subconsciously increase the speed that had dropped.

Under the continuous high-speed running, the oxygen supply in Wanming's body has become somewhat insufficient.

And there is another issue that seems particularly fatal, which Wan Ming has unknowingly ignored.

That's what he's running for.

Now that he was fully immersed in running, he had completely forgotten where he was and the destination of his trip.

At this time, Wan Ming was like a puppet on strings, running numbly.

"Let's mention it again~~~Cui..."

Shouts mixed with the sound of electric current sounded in the corridor. Wan Ming, who had been subconsciously preparing to speed up, finally realized that something was wrong at this moment.

"wrong!"

Wan Ming felt a chill in his heart and quickly scanned his surroundings.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead bit by bit, and he was unknowingly being induced into a temporarily unknown illusion.

The other party took advantage of the anxiety in his heart and successfully made himself ignore the battle pet that he had already summoned.

If it weren't for the king of the weapon clan, he would have successfully interfered with the opponent.

I'm afraid he will sink deeper and deeper into it, until he can't get out at all.

What awaits him then may be a situation where he will die from exhaustion.

No wonder Wan Ming always felt like something was missing from his side from the very beginning.

Wan Ming took a deep breath and slowly stopped. The moment he stood still, the other people who were running desperately stood still in the same place.

In Wan Ming's eyes, the original "companions" all had strange-shaped faces on the backs of their heads. The originally bright corridor also dimmed at this moment.

The atmosphere in the corridor instantly became solemn.

"I want to see how powerful you are, this pretending guy!"

The figure of Quick Strike Mantis finally showed his figure at the moment Wan Ming opened his mouth.

When it swung its huge scythe and slashed at one of them, it accidentally cut the person in the air.

"Illusion...or phantom formation?"

when!

A crisp sound brought Wan Ming back to reality from his thoughts, and the speed-attacking mantis actually made a solid slash.

"True and false, false and true."

Wan Ming narrowed his eyes. In this short confrontation, the original number of "companions" had doubled, and was even increasing.

"King of the Mechanical Tribe, clear the place!"

Wan Ming gave a low shout, and the king of the Tool Clan, who had been hiding his figure, appeared next to Wan Ming in the blink of an eye.

Kakaka

Continuous sounds of machine gunshots resounded in the corridor, and the joints of the King of Machine Clan's shoulders, forehead, palms, etc. all opened their coverings, revealing the black muzzle.

Chong!Chong!Chong!

Fire light continued to light up from the King of the Tool Clan, and countless cannonballs of various types directly covered all areas in front.

The King of the Tool Tribe has a very strong combat power, but Wan Ming never thought about how much damage this round of volleys would cause to the opponent. But his purpose was also very clear, which was to directly destroy all false illusions.

If the other party wants to maintain these illusions at a more realistic level, they must spend a certain amount of effort to shape them. Once they are destroyed and re-condensed, it will also consume a lot of time and energy.

“Nothing less??”

But when the artillery fire covered it, the situation was completely opposite to Wan Ming's imagination.

The number of these "companions" has not decreased at all, and is even increasing.

Among the crowd, several figures gently waved the long knives in their hands, and Wan Ming instantly felt a thorn in his back.

Almost relying on his fighting instinct, Wan Ming opened his body shield.

But in the blink of an eye, the body shield shattered without warning.

Even though Wan Ming had twisted his body at the same time, a huge wound was opened on his left arm, and blood flowed out uncontrollably.

"Damn, so strong!"

Wan Ming gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, then slapped the king of the weapon clan on the back with his palm.

The King of the Mechanical Tribe directly opened a small storage warehouse, which contained various emergency medicines.

Wan Ming quickly took out a small golden medicine bottle, bit it open with his teeth, took a deep breath, and poured it directly on his wound.

Almost as soon as the medicine was poured on the wound, a dark bloody scab began to form.

In just a few seconds, all the original wounds were sealed, and they were healing at an extremely fast speed.

"Did you capture the other party's position just now?"

This sentence is directed at the king of the weapon clan.

It has the ability of photographic memory and is extremely sensitive to various movements. As long as the opponent takes action, it will definitely be able to lock the opponent's position.

At the very least, you can also know the approximate area.

"They have been captured and covered with artillery fire, and they have all been eliminated so far."

Wan Ming was not at all excited after hearing this, and even felt a little heavier. The first round of artillery fire obviously did not eliminate these illusions.

Why were some of them eliminated after the second round?

How many people are hidden in this illusory formation?

The most important thing is that the person who just took action is definitely stronger than him.

It is impossible for such a person to be able to block the ordinary cannonballs of the King of the Machine Clan.

"Then carry out artillery fire coverage and give priority to those guys who show signs of attack!"

Wan Ming almost shouted this, and most of his "companions" who were originally watching the show actually picked up their weapons at this moment.

"Swift attack mantis! Stand beside me to prevent anyone from making a sneak attack."

The King of the Machine Clan's firepower is extremely fierce, and almost every shell can take away several figures.

As time went by, the scene seemed to fall into a strange balance. Those illusions came one after another, but were blown to pieces in the gunfire.

The King of the Mechanical Tribe seems to have endless ammunition. No matter how many illusions come, he can deal with them with one shot.

Wan Ming stared in front of him. Under normal circumstances, the amount of ammunition carried by the mechanical life was very limited.

But the King of the Mechanical Tribe is different. It has the ability to make ammunition at the cost of only consuming some energy.

The current intensity of artillery fire coverage can be perfectly supplemented by absorbing the free energy in the air.
To be continued...