1471 Creatures From the Underworld 2

On the top of dozens of sand dunes twisting in a spiral toward the northwest, all the gravel flowed down as if it was burned and melted, making the area it flowed through flat and smooth.

The Phantom Butterfly, imprisoned above the distorted face, also had a panic expression at this moment, its gorgeous wings flapped rapidly, and its delicate body tried its best to jump up.

But an invisible silk thread strangled its naked right ankle, making the Phantom Butterfly, which flapped its wings and wanted to get away from here, like a tethered kite, and could only move and move within the range allowed by the invisible silk thread.

Raymond, who had been hovering in the air a hundred meters, only noticed at this time that there was a very thin and deep mark on the naked right ankle of the Phantom Butterfly. When it jumped to a position of about five meters, the pull formed by the invisible silk thread caused it to feel pain, and tiny blood beads oozed out from the mark where its right ankle was strangled.

Even though he didn't understand why the phantom butterfly was tied here, it was obvious that what he encountered before was some kind of illusion that was not easy to detect, which caused him to enter the strange formation formed by these sand dunes and wake up because of the warning signs in his heart.

The string of sand beads bracelet worn on his right wrist was revealed as his mind turned, but just as he guessed, the sand beads bracelet did not react at all.

Raymond, with a faint red glow in his pupils, made the chip's analysis of the dozens of sand dunes still in the state of analysis. Obviously, the analysis time was extended due to the large amount of data.

But for the isolation barrier that was close to the body surface, Raymond believed that it could ensure that he would not be affected by the outside breath. However, the unknown strength of the sand ghost in front of him was regarded as the most annoying underworld creature in the Siren clan's information, so he became more vigilant.

But just as he was thinking, the tops of the dozens of sand dunes that twisted in a spiral to the northwest were completely covered by flat and smooth quartz crystals, and did not follow the straight line rule of light, so that the diffuse light reflected by it became like a mist-like light, rising from the top of the sand dune like a twisted column of smoke.

This diffuse light, which seemed invisible but was actually clearly discernible, although the brightness was extremely limited, was as conspicuous as candlelight in the environment of the underworld, and after rising to a height of hundreds of meters, it began to wriggle and twist, and after converging with each other, it formed an almost closed inverted bowl-shaped barrier, placing Raymond inside it.

The perception released by Raymond also explored the situation of the distorted face under him at this moment, but what gave him a headache was that the desert that formed the distorted face was no different, and the fine sand that formed the distorted face was no different from the ordinary sand he had seen before.

If he could not find the main body of the sand ghost, he would not be able to make an effective attack. Raymond, who was not in a hurry to take action, focused his attention on those strange sand dunes.

The surface gravel seemed to be melted by the high temperature, but its thickness was only a few millimeters. The remaining dead vines in the fine sand inside seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again, and restored their original dry form.

The information provided by the Siren tribe did not mention the connection between the dead vines and the Sand Wraith, but everything in front of us showed that the dead vines seemed to rely on the Sand Wraith to survive, and the Sand Wraith also used the Phantom Butterfly as bait!

Of course, the Phantom Butterfly may have been the helper of the Sand Wraith, using its unknown ability to attract prey to step into the trap formed by dozens of sand dunes.

Just when Raymond thought of this possibility, he saw a ray of yellow from the corner of his eye. It turned out that a stream of fine sand shot out from the hole in the mouth of the twisted face, just like a sharp arrow piercing straight at him.

…He swayed slightly and flashed away, but the extremely fine sand line that should not have touched his body actually hit his left arm, causing the protective barrier close to the surface of his body to ripple!

It was not perpendicular to the distorted face, and the sand line that shot out did not produce any twisting or deformation. Why did it hit his left arm accurately?

Such a strange attack puzzled Raymond.

But the ghost of the sand, which was ineffective in one attack, launched an attack.

The extremely fine sand lines that shot out from the holes of the distorted facial features were each a meter long, and they shot straight up and could accurately hit Raymond's body.

Each sand line did not produce any twisting or deformation, but no matter how Raymond dodged, he could not avoid it.

Such a strange attack made Raymond extremely annoyed after being hit by dozens of sand lines.

However, in the records and analysis conducted by the chip, the sand line formed purely by extremely fine gravel was not powerful, but its trajectory violated the most basic physical rules!

The composition of any substance needs to follow the most basic rules. The result of violation is the collapse of the rules, which means that it loses the foundation of its existence and will definitely be punished by the rules themselves.

Thinking of this, Raymond's eyes condensed, and he fell into deep thought amidst the attack of countless sand lines!

A muffled sound of puffing sounded around Raymond.

The sand lines that shot out from the holes of the twisted face, with the increase of frequency and density, kept hitting his shoulders and the top of his head. The phantom butterfly that seemed to be pulled by invisible silk threads, while dodging these sand lines, also made a hissing sound like a wail!

The continuous wailing sound made Raymond's eyes, which were in deep thought, appear a little bright, but they dimmed in an instant. He actually stopped paying attention to everything around him, and the perception he had released before was also restrained. The whole person seemed to be imprisoned, and he was suspended in the air while bearing the attack.

However, as time went on, the sand lines shot out from the holes that distorted his facial features seemed to have no scruples, so that there was no gap between the sand lines shot out, and the inexplicable barriers formed by the tops of dozens of sand dunes began to sink, and their brightness began to rise as their density increased.

Raymond, who seemed to be unaware of the outside world, was pushed and shaken by the sand lines that kept hitting him around him. As the number of sand lines hitting his shoulders and the top of his head gradually increased, he began to fall involuntarily.

Three meters...

Five meters...

Ten meters...

Thirty meters...

Raymond, who was originally tens of meters away from the surface, was shaking and about to touch the surface after a hundred breaths. The undead vines that emerged from the surrounding sand dunes also intertwined and gathered to form several layers of large nets, covering him and blocking the space for him to jump.

Because of Raymond's continuous fall, the sand lines that shot out from the holes of the distorted face and facial features no longer had interruptions and gaps. The protective barrier on Raymond's body was like a lake hit by a rainstorm. After countless ripples spread out, it could no longer return to its original calm.

And the distorted face that appeared in the desert was also quietly changing at this moment. The sand lines shot out from the holes that formed its facial features became more and more dense, but an invisible, obscure and weak breath also peeked out from the hole, like an imperceptible mist, rushing towards Raymond close to the ground.

Raymond, who was still enduring the attacks of countless sand lines, finally landed on the desert with his feet under the impact of the sand lines. The seemingly rough gravel under his feet was like quicksand, and he had no ability to bear it at all.

Although there was a protective barrier on the surface of his body, Raymond's feet still sank down, followed by his legs, waist, abdomen...

After a dozen breaths, when the thin mist from the twisted face dozens of meters away quietly came to the area where Raymond fell, the moment the chest and below had sunk into the quicksand, Raymond's lifeless eyes flashed a glimmer of brilliance in vain...rs