"Not good!"

Master Shui's pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately rushed out of the barrier. Wu also realized the problem. The president's aura was extremely low, and he had obviously used his power elsewhere.

And the defense just now was just to buy time.

The key was behind him!

Wu stared intently, only to see the black mist behind the president suddenly burst open, and an extremely strong pressure permeated out. Wu's eyebrows tightened. This was the first time since he had devoured the door that a similar feeling of trembling had appeared. The pressure did not seem to act on his body, but directly impacted the deepest and most important things in his heart.

A cold aura seeped out, and the churning black mist seemed to open some kind of passage. From the other end of the black mist, strange sounds continued to come out: women's cries, indistinct screams, deep and suppressed strange laughter, helpless struggles, and violent roars, the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart...

These sounds mixed together, forming an extremely disharmonious melody. Everyone was sure that that world did not belong to the human world, or even to any space they knew. It seemed that an extremely tragic fight was taking place there.

But the next second, Jiang Cheng was stunned, because he heard an even stranger sound. It was a dull sound without any rhythm, but just listening to it could make people feel its enormity.

This was definitely a behemoth that only existed in the darkness. The reason why the space here was not stable before was not entirely due to the collision between Wu and the president; the root was in this thing.

The mechanical and low-pitched rumbling sound became clearer and clearer. Mixed in with the countless bizarre sounds were the friction sounds of various parts. Jiang Cheng slowly widened his eyes, and a picture appeared in his mind: a heavy and old machine trembling with a rusty shell, slowly driving over.

"Crap..."

This was Jiang Cheng's subconscious thought. He could be sure that the other end of the black mist led to that old bus! That was the old president's domain!

The president, who had been cut by Wu, turned into a mist and dissipated the moment the black mist completely solidified, leaving only a vague and ethereal sentence: "Too late..."

And at this moment, Wu no longer had any intention of pursuing.

Master Shui went against the huge suppression and went upstream. Without Jiang Cheng's reminder, Wu, and Master Shui, who had arrived nearby, made the same choice. Neither of them cared about the fleeing president, nor did they choose to turn around and flee. Although they were not sure what kind of monster was behind it, they were all sure of one thing: a desperate fight might leave a chance of survival, but if they waited for the thing behind the black mist to fully appear, then today would be a dead end.

An astonishing power erupted from Wu's body, and a faint blood-red figure stood behind him. An unprecedented aura spewed out, and fine, dark-red cracks started from his feet, spreading across his body like spider webs. A terrifying pressure descended, and in a short time, it could even compete with the things in the black mist. sudanxs.com

Clenching the knife in his hand, veins appeared on the back of his hand, and his face was covered with bulging blood vessels. Wu now looked unusually ferocious.

Master Shui was also exceptionally decisive. At the same time as rushing up, he pointed a finger at the depths of the black mist in the void, and then tore off half of the tender seedlings on the top of his head. Green blood flowed down his face, and the crutch that he never left his side was swung like the wind, slamming into the black mist. He was completely in a desperate posture.

Almost at the same time, Wu's knife and Master Shui's crutch hit the black mist at the same time, but what followed was not the black mist being split apart, but the buzzing sound of metal colliding. The next second, in the trembling gazes of everyone, an arm suddenly protruded from the black mist.

The blade and the crutch accurately hit the arm, but the arm hit Wu and Master Shui in an incomprehensible way at the same time. Without any fancy skills, Wu and Master Shui were instantly knocked back. The two flew out for dozens of meters like kites with broken strings before stabilizing their bodies.

Master Shui's crutch was shattered, and after a moment, he vomited a mouthful of old blood, obviously seriously injured. The remaining seedlings on the top of his head also showed signs of withering, after all, the duel with the Dahe Niangniang had also consumed a lot of his power.

Wu's appearance was also quite embarrassing. Most of the windbreaker on his body was torn apart. He seemed to be standing very steadily, as if there was nothing serious, but Fatty and the others gasped in horror, because a handprint was actually left on Wu's knife.

The handprint was not big, and it looked a little withered, but it was faintly imprinted on the blade of the knife, like a brand that could not be washed away.

Wu's knife had faced countless enemies, and this was the first guy who could leave a mark on this knife. Wu's chest heaved violently, and the blow just now still lingered in his mind.

Jiang Cheng and the others didn't see it clearly, but he saw it very clearly. What protruded from the black mist was a withered arm, the skin on it was a strange gray color, like a dried corpse that had been dead for a long time.

He was no stranger to this terrifying and suffocating aura. It was on that bus!

The guy who made the move was sitting in the driver's seat of the bus.

That bus was this guy's domain, and all the weirdness on the bus was suppressed by it. It was because of "its" existence that the car carried more and more despair and pain, and gradually drove towards a more desperate abyss.

It was the old president in the mouth of the night watchman...

With just one blow, he injured Wu and Master Shui, two top-level weirdos. The horror of this old president, who had not yet revealed his true face, was beyond doubt, but Wu and Master Shui's desperate blow also showed its effect. The withered arm was repelled, and even the black mist that had just condensed was shattered by the powerful impact.

But after this battle, Wu and Master Shui were greatly injured.

Although Jiang Cheng didn't see it very clearly just now, he probably understood the current situation through judgment. Just now, the president delayed the time, even at the cost of injuring himself, in order to open the gate and bring the old president from the bus over. Fortunately, Wu and Master Shui made a decisive decision and interrupted the ceremony, otherwise, judging from the blow just now, Wu and Master Shui were not the old president's opponents at all, not to mention the current president of the night watchman, who was not weak, was watching covetously.

However, Jiang Cheng also analyzed from it that the current president was not sure of defeating Wu and Master Shui's joint efforts, otherwise, there was no need to make such a move. It could be seen that this kind of ceremony was also a great consumption for him.

"If you can't beat them, you call for reinforcements. You're really shameless!" Fatty had just recovered from the previous shock, and pointed at the president who had already appeared and cursed.

The plan was interrupted one after another, and the president's face was not as calm as it was at the beginning. He took a deep breath, swept away the depression in his heart, and slowly swept his gaze over. Although the situation was a bit chaotic, it was still under control, but... the price to be paid was a bit higher.