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That magical feeling lasted for only a slight second. Then, Lei Zhentian experienced the process of death and rebirth again.

He felt himself coming to a pitch-black tunnel and sliding towards a very bright hole. Then he started again.

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"Kill, kill this Spartan!"

"Catch him and throw him into the sea to feed the fish!"

"Kill him!"

Almost even the dialogue is exactly the same, just like falling into an infinite loop.

Lei Zhentian stood on the wet deck again, and the surrounding scenes did not change at all.

At the exit to the deck, two people lined up, and about ten Persian soldiers quickly emerged. However, Lei Zhentian would not continue to wait stupidly this time.

With the remodeled body, that powerful force.

As well as his gradual skill in the spear, Lei Zhentian gritted his teeth and rushed to the exit of the deck with lightning speed. He quickly shot out the gun in his hand, and shot into the Persian's eyes. The thick blood immediately sprayed out from the other party's face!

Blood splattered around him, and Lei Zhentian's movements accelerated.

With the falling bodies, dense Persian soldiers kept coming out from the steps and rushed to the deck like a tide.

But Lei Zhentian was still fearless, "As long as he controls the rhythm of the fight, he only faces a dozen Persians every time he faces."

"It is not so much a challenge to fight, but rather an extreme challenge to endurance. Because, although these Persians are not very powerful in combat, they seem endless and can never be killed."

"Save energy, defeat the enemy with one shot, and try not to make any extra moves."

Lei Zhentian secretly warned himself in his heart. But an hour passed, he still became unhappy. His legs couldn't help but become weak, and even the palms holding the spear were cold.

At this moment, he saw countless Persians rushing up from under the deck in his eyes. Lei Zhentian's brain had even lost the ability to command himself, completely allowing his body's inertia and instinct to fight.

In order to save energy, he first threw away the brass shield, and then threw away the sword hanging obliquely on his waist, leaving only a white wooden spear.

Time passes...

With a loud "boom", the entire deck vibrated, and waves of water more than ten feet high were stirred up on the sea surface.

As a large mist hit, the tip of the white wood spear spear speared blood and a shot penetrated into his throat. Lao Lei was so exhausted that he was panting. He finally fucked the last Persian infantry.

Lei Zhentian frowned and leaned forward slightly. His hands were covered with blood bubbles and held the spear tightly, and his feet slowly and effortlessly pushed forward.

The deck was covered with Persian corpses mixed with the blood of sea water, and it began to make it difficult to stand on it.

The blue veins on his forehead were protruding, as if they were about to burst, and beads of sweat dripping from his face kept sliding across his smooth skin.

Lei Zhentian clenched his teeth, and his long black hair was soaked in sweat and pressed on his forehead, but his eyes were still as firm as before, "Is that, I finally got through. I don't know what the next level will be."

"...it should not be immortals. Those perverted killers who make people fear should not appear in level 2."

Well……

With the sound of "thong,thong,thong", in Lei Zhentian's dazed eyes, more than a dozen immortal figures appeared out of thin air on the wet deck.

He was dressed in black, had a white blade, and a silver mask on his face. He was in a consistent manner, just like a person.

Therefore, reality and extravagant hope are always far from each other. The more you are afraid of, the more you will be.

"Male Gobi... You don't need to do it, I will do it myself!"

Lei Zhentian's eyes followed closely. He threw away the spear in his hand and ran quickly towards the other end of the deck, then jumped and quickly threw himself into the arms of the sea.

Lao Lei knew better than anyone else. With this exhausted body, he could not survive the second level no matter what.

Rather than being tortured by these perverts, he would rather drown and die.

"Spartans, you know your horizons! If I took a step further, I would definitely cut off your butt!"

The immortal, who was leading the way, looked at the thunder that was jumping into the sea, then spat hard on the deck.

When Lei Zhentian's consciousness came to a dark tunnel, it quickly slid towards the next bright hole.

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Lao Lei can no longer remember how many times he died when he was single-handedly challenging the immortal.

When he was covered in blood and faced the last immortal, Lao Lei did not choose to kill him immediately.

Instead, he lie on his back, lying on his back in the middle of a sea of ​​blood, resting for more than an hour, without caring about the smell of blood all over his nose and mouth.

Feeling that his body had recovered its strength, Lei Zhentian slowly got up from the ground, licked his lips slowly with his tongue, and walked towards the other party step by step.

Countless limbs fell scattered around the body, like parts of toys,

In this scene, after fighting for so long, the constant tumultuous desire to kill began to rage in Lei Zhentian's heart.

After experiencing the initial nausea, then becoming numb.

The so-called murderous feeling is becoming more and more comfortable, and the feeling of being repeatedly irritating makes people unable to extricate themselves.

Lao Lei doubted whether he was already psychopathic and was about to become addicted to killing.

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Thunder, Thunder... Every heavy step of Thunder Zhentian is like the death talisman of the God of Death for the remaining immortals.

In the dazed eyes of the Immortal, Lei Zhentian stepped on the head of an Immortal on the ground.

After that, he actually went back and forth, stepping three or four times until his head was stomped and his eyes were trampled out.

His whole head was like a balloon with air leakage, and his feet were covered with red and white blood stains.

In front of Lao Lei, the terrifying blood man, the immortal, who is famous for fighting endlessly and not afraid of death, his limbs were trembling and limping on the ground, his eyes were bulging in horror and staring at his head.

The black underwear was soaked, and the urine flowed down his thighs and gradually dripped onto the floor, but the immortal himself seemed to have no idea.

Lei Zhentian wiped the blood from his face and said coldly towards the last immortal, "...Now let's see who will cut off whose butt."

In a word, it seemed to defeat the Immortal's last line of defense.

After witnessing Lao Lei killing ten companions in the cruelest way and enduring an hour of suffering, he finally threw himself into the arms of the sea without hesitation.

Looking at the last immortal who was "taken away" by the sea, Lei Zhentian raised his left hand and touched his nose dullly.

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"There is still the last level. As long as you pass this level, you can challenge 'Leonida' and then receive a reward and leave the world of nothingness."

Lei Zhentian found his brass shield from the corpses all over the ground. He had a pair of highly focused tiger eyes staring at the exit of the deck. "At the last level, I don't know what would appear from the cabin..."

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