Entering the Fire Elent form was unconditional for .
Not only was it unnecessary to summon a fireball with my right hand to ignite myself, but the condition of "igniting myself" itself was also unnecessary. Since my body was composed of flas from the start, I was already burning. Whether to enter the Fire Elent form was entirely up to my thoughts in a mont.
As expected, the Weirdo Maker most likely intended to use the black mist to teleport us to the Human Bureau’s stronghold, or so other place that could "deal with" us. If it were just here, I would have been happy to indulge him and see what the destination had in store. However, since there were two other people here, it was necessary to prioritize safety.
As the Fire Sea engulfed the entire street, the black mist blanketing this area, potent enough to make ordinary people lose consciousness, was all destroyed.
Laws without the backing of violence were no better than waste paper, and chanisms without the support of power were equally void. Under the assault of the flas, not only did the black mist fail to exert its ability to seal off superpowers, but it was also sealed off by the flas in turn. The whole process was like pouring boiling water onto a loose pile of snow; wherever the flas spread, the black mist dissolved and dissipated.
And the Weirdo Maker standing in front of was burnt to death by the flas on the spot, much like the previous two entities.
But, things were not yet over. There was still un-destroyed black mist. High in the air, dozens of ters off the ground, I saw a cluster of black mist erge, releasing a strange silhouette.
It was still the Weirdo Maker, only this ti, there was a small point of light that appeared in the palm of his hand. It sowhat resembled my "Firefly," but the color was different. My "Firefly" was orange-red, while the light point in his palm was white. That white light point then quickly sank into his palm after appearing.
While he was continuously falling, at this mont, his body suddenly stopped mid-air. Black horns grew from his head and black wings like those of a bat sprouted from his back, with a slender black tail appearing behind him. He looked like a Demon.
The three Weirdos I had encountered in the past also evoked images of demons. However, unlike those that could be described as Sheep-headed Demons, the image of the Weirdo Maker after his transformation was more in line with demons depicted in literary works as mimicking human appearances.
He indeed had battle capabilities.
Was this the real one coming out?
"Weirdo?" Zhu Shi also saw this scene.
"You call a weirdo?" The Weirdo Maker was surveying the blazing streets from above when he heard the voice below and said with a lost laugh, "Do you think I’m so kind of lab rat?"
With that said, he moved his wings. God knows what he was thinking, but he dove toward us like lightning—
However, this description of "like lightning" is from the standard of a normal person. Even though I was aware that his speed was very fast, to at the mont, his speed was no different from a slow crawl.
In my Fire Elent form, I could fly, and flying at several tis the speed of sound was no trouble if I wished. His speed, by my estimation, was at most around three hundred kiloters an hour. This speed might surpass that of most human terrestrial vehicles, but it still paled in comparison to .
I maneuvered my body swiftly into the high skies, arriving in front of him. Describing this "manipulation of flight" isn’t easy—it’s like being grasped by an invisible hand and then hoisted into the sky, and this hand obeyed my thoughts.
To put it crudely, I was like a doll being lifted by a claw crane machine, only the remote control was in my hands. Fortunately, I was in a state of super-accelerated consciousness at the mont, so this process, although swift in an outsider’s view, felt relatively smooth to .
After arriving in front of the Weirdo Maker and before he could react, I reached out to grab the silver tal mask on his face.
Since he knew a lot about Zhu Shi, I, like Zhu Shi, suspected whether Lu Youxun’s face might be revealed beneath the mask.
But upon lifting the mask, what was revealed was not the face of Lu Youxun, but a face I did not recognize.
First of all, it goes without saying, it was a man’s face. About forty or so in age, with mature and proper features, even handso, he had a look well-suited for action movies. It’s said that performance personalities tend to erge in good-looking people; perhaps he could be one such example.
Even if he is not Lu Youxun, the latter’s suspicion is not eliminated yet. There may be a private exchange of information between them.
I then turned everything below his head to ashes.
As expected, this still wasn’t the body of the Weirdo Maker.
Almost at the sa mont I killed the opponent, black mist appeared once again from all directions in the air. Out of it erged more than ten Weirdo Makers identical to the one I had just dealt with.
After appearing, except for one that stood still, the other Weirdo Makers turned into a murky light, and even the falling head turned into black light. In an instant, it rged into the body of the forr. The Weirdo Maker that rged with all the lights showed a visible dark wavelike aura that called to mind the air distortion caused by high temperatures.
I didn’t intervene. Since all the others had rged into this entity, could this one be the main body? I attempted to analyze and discern the essence of this while observing.
"Let’s start again," he turned his head to look at , then aid his palm at .
Imdiately, as if suddenly struck by a heavy truck loaded with steel coils, an invisible yet massive shock hit directly.
Last ti I threw the Shadow Swapping Monster hundreds of ters away, this ti it was my turn to enjoy this treatnt. In a blink of an eye, I was hurled hundreds of ters away, my fiery body becoming tattered and ragged, the view in my vision rapidly shifting.
However, this impact was still a Physical Attack. No matter if I was ripped to pieces or pressed into a pulp, it essentially was just changing my "skin". An impact of this degree, even enhanced a million tis, couldn’t hurt . I even had the leisure to daydream while airborne.
Altering my spatial position was also in vain. It seed like I was knocked hundreds of ters away, but in reality, where the fla was, there I was. As long as the Fire Sea burning that street didn’t extinguish, I was as good as standing there unmoved.
It’s just that it wouldn’t look good to be blown away so easily, I’d have to work out how to fix my position next ti.
Also, sothing else was bothering .
If the Weirdo Maker’s goal was to ambush us in return, taking us as test subjects to the Human Bureau, why would he stay and fight now that his goal has failed?
The power disparity between him and should be quite clear. Could it be that he believes he has a chance to win?
His black mist seed to have properties similar to the grey mist of the Mist Dream Realm. Could I interpret this to an that he too is related to the Divine Seal Fragnt?
Could he be soone from the Mist Dream Realm?
Excluding the mysterious Master of Divine Seal, the most suspicious would be Number One, following the process of elimination.
The Number One I rember was indeed a tall and thin male figure, and he wasn’t very polite when he spoke.
However, compared to the arrogance and pretension of the Weirdo Maker, Number One’s impoliteness was still within normal limits, and sotis, one could even sense the goodwill behind his harsh words.
The Weirdo Maker was pursuing in the air. His current speed was more than twice that of before, estimated to be over seven or eight hundred kiloters per hour. Objects moving at such speeds are basically hard to find a reference for in daily life. Even though comrcial airplanes could reach this speed, it’s unlikely anyone could use them as a reference for intuitive sensing of speed. My current estimates, though, were admittedly not all that confident.
One thing was certain; the Weirdo Maker had already exceeded the capabilities of Zhu Shi and Mazao. I should not deal with this enemy near them.
Looking at the distance I was flung, around six to seven hundred ters away, I felt it was about right, and quickly ca to a halt in midair.
Then, I manipulated my right arm, transforming it into a long dragon of fla, reaching out toward the Weirdo Maker.
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