Chapter 1736 Returning Home

As planned, the fat man had an irresistible attraction to the old president. After he approached the battlefield, the old president naturally noticed him. The only remaining milky white eyeball turned blankly. At this moment, the old president gave people the feeling that he was no longer a living thing. It was more like a machine that only knew how to kill and spread despair.

And now this machine is crushing everyone's hope bit by bit, ruthlessly harvesting fresh lives.

No. 6 died. In order to cooperate with the encirclement of the old president, the undertaker also died in the battle. Without those corpses, his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

There were also a few folk masters who survived before, and many of them were just affected by the residual power of the battle.

Everyone here is not lacking in courage and determination to fight, but these things are completely useless in front of the gap called strength, and even become a little ridiculous.

Ants shake trees, moths fly into fire, all previous efforts have become a joke at this moment.

After repelling Wu for the last time, the old president approached Fatty. The moment he was targeted, Fatty subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he was restrained by him. He smiled brightly at the old president, then stretched out his hand and raised a middle finger.

It didn't matter whether he was provoking or not. After all, he had been targeted. Even if he knelt down and kowtowed, the other party would not let him go.

But Fatty also thought so. For the sins committed by the old president, even if he knelt down and kowtowed to beg for forgiveness, he must kill him. Blood debts must be paid with blood.

Old General Yan Can forced himself to take a breath and rushed towards the old president, but he flew back the next second and broke a leg.

The old president's walking speed was not fast, but very stable. The knife on his shoulder made him look very uncoordinated when walking.

Wu attacked again. This time, he instantly turned into several figures after getting close. The rainy night killer, the scarecrow, and even the huge starving ghost appeared, but these guys were not even qualified to attack sheep in front of the old president.

The body of the starving ghost was cut into several pieces. The axe of the rainy night killer hit the old president's head, and the axe exploded, blasting the killer's body into pieces.

The scarecrow was even more miserable, with half of his face torn off by the old president.

The blade of Wu fell on the old president's injured shoulder, but unfortunately it did not succeed. After being avoided by Wu, he was forced back fiercely.

The next second, the old president suddenly stopped, the ground bulged strangely, and more than a dozen extremely thick vines suddenly emerged from the soil, and the vines strangled the old president along the ground.

Mr. Shui had used similar tricks many times, but they had no effect on the old president. The old president stretched out his hand and swung it diagonally forward, and a thick vine was instantly broken. Mr. Shui, who was hiding in it, had to escape, but a hideous scar was left on his chest. "Puff" Mr. Shui spit at the old president fiercely. This time, the speed was extremely fast. The green juice fell on the old president's body and face, making a hissing sound, and corroded the broken body violently.

After a successful attack, Mr. Shui turned around and wanted to escape, but the old president's fist had already arrived. Fortunately, several vines blocked the attack for him, but the huge force still hit his back. Mr. Shui spurted out a mouthful of green blood, like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground far away. He struggled several times, but could not stand up again.

With a "bang", a vine behind the old president exploded, and a figure suddenly hugged the old president's body from behind. The wounded No. 2 no longer cared about being attacked, and instantly fully activated his ability. The strange rhythm spread along the old president's body inch by inch, and the skin burning like charcoal began to gradually collapse. I didn't expect that this ability would have a miraculous effect on the old president now.

And this is just the beginning. After No. 2 appeared, another person also took action. Su An closed his eyes, emptied his inner world, and marked the old president in his own world. As Su An became more and more focused, he actually felt the existence of the old president.

But unlike any person or creature he had marked before, the old president gave him the feeling of a stone, without emotion, without joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, nothing.

However, the old president obviously also felt Su An's existence, because the only remaining eyeball looked in this direction, which created an opportunity for Lin Wan'er.

Leaping out from another vine, Master Shui's ability was a great help. Lin Wan'er slapped the old president's head with one palm, and instantly pushed her ability to the limit. She felt that she had bumped into a strange world in a daze. She seemed to understand everything in it, and the strong despair squeezed her from all directions like a tsunami.

But then, the line broke, and Su An opened his eyes suddenly. His connection with the old president was interrupted. That was not an existence he could understand.

Without Su An's suppression, Lin Wan'er's plan also failed. She was shaking all over. She was being eroded by the old president's spiritual world and lost in it little by little.

There was an extremely huge maze there, and she couldn't find the entrance when she came in.

"Kacha."

"Kacha."

No. 2 screamed in pain. The situation he faced at this moment was the most desperate. He saw that the two arms that tightly held the old president were being assimilated little by little, turning into a crystal in a turbid state, and this change was irreversible, and it was spreading along the arms to his body.

His blood vessels, skin, muscles, and even his innermost bones had all crystallized, and uncontrollable pain spread throughout his body.

"Let go! Let go!" The fat man rushed towards him, shouting hysterically.

But No. 2 raised his head and looked into the air, where a black figure appeared. This was the last link in their plan.

Wu in the air swung his knife and chopped down heavily, and the position was exactly the injured shoulder of the old president. This time, there was an additional dark red shadow behind Wu, as if time overlapped. Xia Tan and Wu held a knife at the same time, the blade hummed, and the blade was flowing with red blood. This knife was filled with extreme anger and extreme power, as if it was going to cut the old president and the land under his feet together.

The blood-red knife light covered everything, and No. 2, whose body was mostly crystallized, slowly closed his eyes. In the original plan, he had no chance of survival, but it was enough for him to restrict the old president. The rest was left to Wu, who would cut himself and the old president together.

In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he seemed to see No. 6, and further away, No. 1 and No. 4 were also there. No. 4 leaned against the wall with his head tilted, still with that sly smile on his face. The background of everyone was the cold yet warm orphanage.

"Home"