Eight Hundred and Thirty Kill Your Fate

"Crack... clap clap..."

The sound of falling gravel continued to sound from all around.

The rubble of buildings piled up like garbage.

In one corner of the reopening area, a disaster-like scene appeared here.

Ophelia raised her head and looked around.

I saw that the surrounding abandoned buildings had all collapsed, as if they had been overthrown, leaving only the ruins in disarray.

The earth is belching poisonous smoke.

The air is filled with purple gas.

The earth-shattering movement did not know how long it lasted before it subsided.

In the end, what was created was the ruins in front of me.

"Ahh..."

Ophelia made a sound of grief.

"I took everything around me again..."

The ferocious power represents eternal destruction.

However, Ophelia couldn't get used to it anyway.

This is something that was decided a long time ago.

Ophelia's abilities were already known for being ferocious.

Toxic miasma, that is the ability to take away life.

On the other hand, Ophelia turned this ability violently, making its power astonishingly improved.

Such power, in the past, has taken away countless lives around it.

Although this area is a re-opening area, there should be no people, but who knows, are there any wild animals that cannot be raised hiding in those abandoned buildings? Are there any flowers, plants and trees that are striving to bloom and stand strong here?

Now, Ophelia has taken all of these away.

Even the gangsters who were lying around one by one, moaning in pain, disappeared.

I'm afraid it has already been buried in the surrounding rubble.

All because of Ophelia's ability.

"This is my fate..."

After leaving such words, Ophelia just wanted to turn around and leave.

However, there was a voice.

"If that's the case, then your fate is really fragile, witch."

Ophelia stopped her steps.

A pair of red eyes began to fluctuate slightly.

Immediately, Ophelia turned around and looked over.

"I thought that poisonous miasma would not have any destructive power, but I almost forgot that the air pressure can also crush steel when it is strong enough, and the vicious miasma can also destroy everything around it, not just the ability to corrode .”

Accompanied by such words, Fang Li sat there on a high pile of rubble in front of Ophelia.

The ruins under him, the gangsters moaning in pain, seemed to be piled up, and half of their bodies were buried in the rubble.

Meeting Ophelia's eyes, Fang Li smiled and stretched out a hand.

"People who value life are taking life."

"People who are ignoring lives are saving lives."

"In this way, whose fate is more worthy of ridicule?"

"I really hope to hear the opinion of a third party."

Fang Li's casual words silenced Ophelia.

His eyes became full of sadness.

With such eyes, Ophelia expressed her opinion again.

"I hate you…"

Hearing this, Fang Li cast his eyes directly on Ophelia, as if piercing the secret in her heart, and spoke like this.

"No, you don't hate me, you're just afraid of me."

"Afraid that one day I will become like me, and even give up this grief for the loss of life."

Such words pierced deeply into Ophelia's heart.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Li opened his mouth as if nothing had happened.

"People always call the irreversible ending fate, but that is at best self-defeating."

"I have also experienced several very emotional things, but I also call them destiny."

"However, the so-called predestined relationship requires admiration when it should be beautiful, and defeat when it should be sad.

"

"Man, that's how selfish you are."

Having said that, Fang Li stood up and looked down at Ophelia.

"However, it is also a selfish act to push all tragedies to fate."

"So, your fate is too fragile, Ophelia-Randoruffen."

The dagger, like the crescent moon, fell into Fang Li's palm.

"Such a fragile fate, if you want to maintain it because of your own selfishness, then let me find a way to make you sober."

"Kill your fate."

As the words fell, Fang Li once again burst out with astonishing star power, all of which turned into streamers and gathered at the soles of his feet.

"Boom!"

With a roar, the star force under Fang Li's feet was detonated, turning into a substantial thrust, completely turning Fang Li's figure into a meteor, like a meteorite falling from the sky, plundering towards Ophelia.

The speed is extremely terrifying.

"Ahh..."

Ophelia made a mournful voice, and the ferocious star power also surged.

Immediately, countless miasma arms sprang out from Ophelia's body again, like ghost hands from hell, with twisted and crazy malice, stretched out in the direction of Fang Li overwhelmingly.

Each arm was still swollen and hypertrophic.

And in this process, the countless arms seemed to be entangled together, and they merged into one body amidst the chilling sound of twisting, turning into a giant hand that covered the sky and the sun.

That giant hand, just a fingernail can rival Fang Li's body shape.

Such a giant hand pierced the air and darted towards Fang Li's direction.

At first glance, it looks like a giant is about to stretch out his hand to pick off a meteor that falls from the sky. It is a mythical scene full of miracles and romanticism.

However, both were fatal.

The giant hand is pure poisonous gas, which can corrode the human body even if it is slightly touched.

Meteors are meteors that fall from the sky and cannot be approached.

Fang Li stared at the huge miasma arm that covered the sky and the sun.

A pair of pupils had already turned into ice blue eyes of death.

Ophelia Landolphin.

This witch is indeed very powerful.

Regardless of the scale of the star power or the ferocity of the ability, they can all be called the strongest level.

However, Fang Li's eyes were completely useless.

poison gas?

Just kill it.

"Flash Sheath - Prison Salman!"

Countless knife lights turned into countless slashes, and flashed around the meteor, making the meteor turn into the most violent meat grinder, rushing into the huge miasma arm.

"Puchi Puchi Puchi Puchi——!"

Countless slashes aroused countless sounds, making the huge arm of miasma splatter as if it had been crushed by a meat grinder on the spot. After countless cuts, it splashed like exploded flesh and blood.

"———!"

Shocked emotions appeared in Ophelia's red eyes.

"laugh----!"

In the faint sound of breaking through the sky, the meteor smashed through the arm and rushed to Ophelia's body.

The ice-blue magic eyes stared up.

"choke----!"

The knife lights up.

"Snapped----!"

The crisp sound suddenly appeared.

A school badge was chopped in half.

Then, it fell to the ground.