Chapter 1489: Pull Hatred
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"Since you said so, and I'm not an unkind person, then I'll accept it with reluctance."
It's true that Qi Le likes to take advantage of the system, but it is also one of the good virtues to take it as soon as possible.
If the wool is scoured at one time, there will be no wool to use in the future.
The system is willing not to charge any price, so there is no need for Qi Le to stand still.
Do you still want some more benefits?
Is that something that humans can do? The wool is exhausted, but it will be scattered in one shot.
System: "Then please ask the host to resolve this incident as soon as possible."
"learn."
Qi Le nodded casually and ended the conversation in his mind.
With the support of the system, Qi Le immediately had a bottom line.
"I heard that your Nightmare Demon Race has been suppressed under the Heavenly Abyss, and I don't know the scenery there, how is it?"
Qi Le looked at Stokal calmly, and said with a sneer.
This sentence, as if stabbed into the sore spot in Stokal's heart, made Stokal's face sink on the spot.
The days of being suppressed under the abyss have always been something that Stokal does not want to recall.
That dark, hopeless place.
Even if he died, Stokal didn't want to go there a second time.
"Damn it, the more you use your words now, the more painful it will be when you die later."
"Although the Nightmare Demons don't like torturing their prey, they don't mind taking more time to teach the rude guys a lesson."
Stockar raised his head, grinned, revealing sharp fangs, and his tone was extremely sinister.
"If you can really do it, wait until you do it, and then talk about it again."
Qi Le sneered and sneered.
In Qi Le's words, this is called pulling hatred.
Otherwise, the fight will really start after a while, the hatred will not stabilize, and Stokar will turn his hand and destroy the city of life if he is not careful, then Qi Le really has nowhere to cry.
"Don't worry, I hope you can still say such things after I tear your mouth off later."
Stockar's face was extremely gloomy.
While speaking, strands of blood-colored mist kept escaping from the bone armor on his body.
The pungent bloody smell made Qi Le frown.
The role of the blood-colored mist is like a field.
Within the range covered by the blood-colored fog, it can weaken the enemy and strengthen itself.
And this effect actually comes from the devouring ability possessed by the Nightmare Demon Race.
When the Nightmare clan devoured the prey they hunted, they used the power of this blood-colored mist.
It's just that under normal circumstances, this blood-colored mist can only devour the flesh and blood of creatures that have lost their vitality.
For targets that are still alive, the effect is almost non-existent.
However, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
When this blood-colored mist is dense to a certain extent, it can also affect the living beings, constantly eroding the enemies within the envelope.
And it can continuously feedback the power of the enemy to the owner of the blood-colored mist.
The effect of this trade-off, even if it is very weak, is not obvious at the beginning.
But over time, the accumulated effects can play a decisive role in the outcome of the battle.
"You mist, it doesn't smell very good."
Qi Le rubbed his nose, as if disgusted.
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