The eighth caste in the linear body was forced out by Su Chen.

The analytical power spread throughout the planet in an instant, and countless pale lightnings intertwined with every corner of the planet, reaching the Nine Nethers, up to the sky.

Each analytical force is an extension of Su Chen's original body and perception, and an extension of his power.

This is not dark energy, this is not power, this is not the power of the ninth caste, this is the power comparable to the top of the starry sky,

The eighth caste in the linear body has nowhere to hide since then.

In this process, the many scattered lines that it scattered in the corner of this planet have already "evaporated" quickly. If it continues, it will not come out and will be "burned to death" in the hell built by Su Chen.

Thousands of light rose on the surface of the planet illuminated by paleness. They gathered in the air and condensed into a light ball again, appearing in the air, looking down at Su Chen on the ground.

As the eighth caste of the line body was forced out, Su Chen suddenly pulled out the blood-colored crystal sword from his hand from the ground, and the expanded analytical power was instantly withdrawn. The pale lightning that crisscrossed the entire planet disappeared invisible and gathered again on the blood-colored sword edge held high by Su Chen.

Su Chen raised his head and looked at the eighth caste in the sky, but noticed that the other party's "eye" fell behind him.

As if he noticed something, Su Chen slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

Lighted by the light, his body casts a shadow behind him.

But now, this shadow is not like Su Chen, a human being. It is like a weird giant tree that sprouts. Countless twisted branches grow out of the main body of the shadow, expanding wildly, expanding to more than ten times the size of Su Chen, a human being, covering the ground behind Su Chen, twisting and changing - it is not a tree, it is a monster, a reflection of the dark world in the present world, exuding a creepy and dark aura.

Its breath and existence are so clear that even the eighth caste, who is seriously injured and dying in the sky, can discover it at the first time.

"What is that..."

The eighth caste hissing sound waves in the linear body.

Today, this human has shocked it too many times. Before it took action, it never thought that the Cyclops would die, nor did it think that their entire Watcher fleet would be destroyed in the hands of this mere sixth caste human, nor did it think that even its two-dimensional orientation would be defeated.

Even if there is the power of the ninth domain, it would be too exaggerated.

Especially just now...

This human pierces the cyclops' chest with a sword.

The eighth caste in this human body saw its power that it had only heard of in legends.

That is a competition at the soul level.

This human being defeated the Cyclops in its ideology.

No matter how powerful it is, it is the eighth caste or the half-step ninth caste, and it has no meaning in the battlefield of ideology.

At that moment, it understood that today they were doomed to fail.

And now, it was forced out, and the swelling shadow behind Su Chen made it even more creepy and trembled from its soul.

It has never felt such a breath or such power.

But Su Chen did not answer its question.

With just one look, Su Chen's gaze seemed to be frozen on the shadow.

The shadow that should have been just his shadow expanded and spread under his feet, forming a overwhelming posture, and then slowly opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the human beings close to him.

Su Chen's pupils became confused, and his black eyes began to shrink into an impossible, real, wheat-like posture.

This is not the dark wasteland, but it is opening its arms to him, like a passionate master stretching out his hands and arms to wrap his guests, embracing them in his arms, and then getting too far, as if hope is not different from each other.

So the shadow no longer only appears behind Su Chen, but is centered on him and spreads in all directions.

The eighth caste in the linear body was almost frightened, but it had lived in the universe for countless years. It rose up at the first time, rushed into the sky at high speed, and wanted to escape directly.

This human being didn't know what was wrong, but he was obviously "demonic" or was trapped in some strange state. In this way, he could no longer attack him and could run away!

The eighth caste of the linear body seized this opportunity. Without hesitation, it used all its remaining power to accelerate, and even burned its body and body.

In an instant, he "shooted" the red planet and rushed into the depths of the universe at high speed, even faster than the previous special life that ran rapidly.

Now, it no longer hopes to obtain the power of the ninth domain. When it hits this point, it just wants to live.

And its judgment seemed to be correct, because even though it had fled in a hurry, Su Chen didn't care about it at all and was still standing there.

This half of the world of the Red Planet has completely turned to the side facing the sun, and shadows and darkness spread here, and even the eighth caste that emits light has left. Only a faint light remains on the surface of the planet on this side, but the shadow under Su Chen's feet has not disappeared.

In the empty and dead world, Su Chen stood in the center of this planet and stared silently at his feet.

The darkness spread endlessly under his feet, and in his eyes, when his pupils contracted to wheat, a touch of darkness quietly crawled out from the edge of his white eyelid, like ink poured into water, spreading quietly, to fill his whole eyes.

And under his feet, the dark edge rolled up from the ground, touching Su Chen's ankles, trousers and body like tentacles.

Su Chen felt as if he had been in another world.

It was a dark and empty space.

There was a mirror in front of him.

In the mirror, a blood-covered man was reflected, with a cold smile on his lips, looking at him playfully.

Su Chen looked at him blankly, not knowing how long it took to suddenly wake up. He turned his head in horror, but found that there was also a mirror behind him, and there was also him in that mirror, all covered in blood, but his body was surrounded by pale analytical power.

He looked at him outside the mirror and slowly raised his left hand.

On the wrist of that left hand, the bronze ring of Anoval was glowing slightly.

So Su Chen turned to another direction again.

There was also a mirror in that direction. In the mirror, he was covered in sores and had a crazy smile on his face. After careful observation, the sores were not sores at all, but countless dark spots spread all over him.

Like a curse.

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Chapter completed!