Human face among the towers.

Because of the corrosion of the green smoke with the smell of corruption and death, coupled with the continuous annoying attacks and harassment of the group of green feather crows, Don's body is as hard as a rock and the demon skin is already scarred.

The hot body fluid whose temperature was close to that of lava flowed out from the wound, and the smell of burning sulfur seemed unusually strong and choking at this time.

Worthy of being a deity with T1 level strength, in the short period of time he imprisoned Dorn, Dorn's blood volume has been consumed to nearly 1 million!

If you can't escape from this terrifying tower in time, the remaining 3.4 million points will probably not last long.

Look at Donne again.

Although he was indomitable in the face tower, he exhausted all the means to make a big fuss, and used his familiar skill group and the authority he possessed one by one.

The actual damage caused is minimal.

Only about 200,000.

Compared with the 10 million points of blood tank, this point of damage is completely dermabrasion and Gu Sha.

Although Don's resistance was embarrassing, it was not entirely useless.

He had already figured it out clearly when he tried to open the [Leaping White Mist]. This very easy-to-use skill can also be used in the death tower.

The reason why Donn didn't make the leap out successfully was just because the white mist hadn't had time to gather and form, it was scattered by the green air from the faces of the people in the tower.

"As long as a certain concentration of white mist can be condensed, I can get out from here." Dorn wiped the lava-like blood on his face.

Let's take a look at the situation inside the surrounding towers with the help of [Breaking Eyes].

The number of crows has decreased significantly, but the number of green-feathered crows is still a lot, and the black crows are entrenched on their heads, and from time to time they fall into groups to attack.

In addition, the faces of the people on the inner wall of the lower tower have been cut down a lot because they turned into green smoke in batches to corrode Donn. In addition, they had to contend with the various skills and powers just now.

The faces of the lower layers are not as dense as they were at the beginning, but appear sparse and sparse.

It can be seen that the green smoke in the inner wall is trying to reconstruct the human face.

This is the opportunity.

A fleeting opportunity.

"At this time, instill the magical surging of eyeballs to use [Leaping White Mist]. With the current density of faces in the lower level of the death tower, it should be too late to disperse all the white mist. As long as the mist condenses a little bit, I can get out."

Dorn calculated this in his heart.

He checked the time, once again released the storm and sea authority, summoning silver snake-like thunder and lightning everywhere. At the same time, gathering the more sufficient magic power in the body, he once again developed his very proficient [Jumping White Mist] skill.

The tossing white mist gushed out, and the thick white depth seemed to be connected to the infinite distance.

The faces of the people in the high tower reacted to this, whizzing down the wall and turning into green smoke, but the concentration of the corrosive green smoke was not enough this time, and the white mist seemed to take shape!

"success!"

Dorn was overjoyed, he was only one step away from escaping from the tower of death.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

Inside the tower of death, a feeling that was very familiar to Dorn suddenly rose.

It was an extremely sacred feeling, as if in the twilight, the big bell overlooking the bell tower of the Holy See was struck, ethereal and solemn, and made people want to worship from the heart.

The nose and heart are itchy and sour.

Dorn knew that this feeling belonged to the original god.

Immediately afterwards, a voice sounded.

What is certain is that it is indeed the original sound, gentle and soothing, like a serenade played by a lover under the moonlight, while still being holy.

It's just that such a sacred and soft voice, full of death and corruption, sounded inside the eerie face of the tower, extremely uncoordinated, and full of strangeness and absurdity.

"Don't resist, Don, don't resist."

The voice said so.

"Originally?"

Gu Duoen hesitated for a while, and did not continue the action that had just escaped into the white mist for the first time.

In his mind, he suddenly recalled a sentence the original God had said to him after a short meeting:

"I need you to completely obey my command at a certain moment."

Is it this time?

Let me not resist?

The chance of escaping from the face tower is fleeting.

For a few tenths of a second for Donne hesitating, the faces of the people in the middle part of the tower roared down, they quickly collapsed, turning into green corrosive smoke and rolling into the white mist.

The white mist that finally formed has collapsed.

This almost meant that Dorn had completely lost the opportunity to leave the tower of death.

More desperate is yet to come.

Perhaps it was touched by Donne's tenacious will to survive, which directly brought him to Boda.

The face of the middle-aged man with the same appearance as Xu Shiyu that hung upside down on the top of the tower slowly opened his eyes.

"Dead! Dead! Dead!"

He whistling with the faces of other people, the voice rang, as if it could overwhelm everything in the world. Then Xu Shiyu's face fell vertically from the top of the tower.

"die!"

Straight through Don's body.

Donne, who missed the only chance to escape, persisted for another five minutes or so, and finally the remaining 3.4 million HP was finally completely emptied...

…

Above the tundra battlefield.

Kachi Kachi—

The bone-bone claws running with pus were ultimately invincible and broke apart.

The flesh and blood wriggled, and the hungry Roshan with a big, hideous abdomen broke free from the fragile cage!

"UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you **** it!" It seemed to be extremely angry.

The plague didn't respond verbally to the other party. It just tried to organize resistance while crying out for the original support in his heart.

At this moment, a huge and soft holy light fell from the sky like an aurora.

With an extremely holy breath.

As if in the twilight, the big bell overlooking the bell tower of the Holy See was struck, ethereal and solemn, and made people want to worship from the heart.

At the same time, there seemed to be ethereal hymns and hymns being sung around.

Above the clouds, the original creator, who had to fix the loopholes in the world while still paying attention to the situation of the gods, promptly made a move.

The sense of holiness rippling through the entire battlefield has no negative impact on the body, and even a little refreshing.

But that's not the case when it falls on the body.

The holy light seemed to have a huge weight, and it pressed him breathlessly when he touched his body, and even the loose and squirming flesh and blood began to deform, and it was crushed to the ground like an spread meatloaf.

The dense scarlet pupils in the flesh and blood, like a decompressed foam board, broke apart one by one, exploding thick and fuzzy slurry.

Not only, but the situation there is also the same.

The tall tower of human face that was originally soaring into the clouds was reduced by more than half under the shining light of the original holy light.

"Dead! Dead...dead!"

Thousands of faces on the outer wall of the tower were wailing in pain, as if they were suffering great pain, but probably because they had excellent resistance to pressure, these faces were barely broken.