Chapter 396 Flame Fist
A thousand feet in the air, perhaps a simple number can hardly describe the horror of this height.
But if the corresponding reference is added, the horror of this thousand feet in the air can be presented more clearly.
If a thousand feet is converted into a ten-foot-high building, it would be a hundred-story building, and the highest building would be completely hidden in the whiteness in some foggy weather.
And a normal adult weighing 70 kilograms falling from this height would take nearly eight seconds to completely fall to the ground, and the impact kinetic energy generated at that time could reach more than 20,000 joules!
It is almost equivalent to being hit head-on by a train at a speed of 70 miles per hour! ! !
If a mortal falls from a thousand feet in the air without any preparation, he can actually give up the hope of survival, and only needs to look back at the regrets and unwillingness of the past in the last eight seconds of his life.
Then you can silently recite the name of the person you love in your heart... I hope that the other person will not remain rational after seeing your broken body, and will not immediately spit out last night's snack on the remains of your body.
But the two mothmen who are falling rapidly from the sky in the ancient tomb battlefield are obviously not helpless mortals.
Watson immediately changed to a lying position with his arms open to increase wind resistance and slow down the speed of falling, reducing the free fall impact of gravity acceleration.
At the same time, he did not forget to turn his head to observe the male dancer Mary Mostan who was connected to his palm through the abnormal intestinal cord.
"Is your sudden phase distortion caused by this thing hidden in your body?"
Mary Mostan's body has regained its former graceful temptation, and the charred skin all over her body fell off in the slow falling wind, and pieces of charred skin floated towards the sky below.
Qi Hui looked at the male dancer who seemed to have not completely lost consciousness, knowing that the current situation and the safety of the low-altitude rapid fall could only be solved by himself.
But similarly, that power would interfere with the spirit and body of the host in any way.
I looked at the alien bones that were gradually getting smaller at the bottom, and an ancient and solemn flag stood just above us. Although the spear tip at the top of the flag was covered with dark red blood, it was still as sharp as new, radiating the bloody glory of the desert.
"Besides, after the repeated attacks of the mausoleum-guarding lion, Sebastian's body was not riddled with holes. It must be that you have been using the power of the moth to get rid of my pain and suffering. That weak body has long been burned in the scarlet flames... It is impossible to withstand the force of the thousand-foot low fall, and it will definitely be torn into pieces the moment it lands!"
The strange purple eyes hidden in the open scars of the male dancer are secretly peeping at Watson!
The crack on the forehead that had not healed for many years suddenly opened, like a slightly enlarged mouth grinning.
And such a terrifying power only consumed the real casting effect stolen from the tears of the special head: the trembling cold power, a large part of which, the casting effect that was so violent that Watson's spirit was always in a cold state, still had a small part of the power.
My mind has already grown to the seventh level, and I haven't even finished studying the awakening secret art of eternal sleep!
"Without the assistance of the wing suit, even if you are sure that you can avoid those skeletons shining with ancient glory, you can land safely in the blood-colored sand that may be softer or more delicate."
The pure orange flame that is no different from the scarlet flames of the ancient lion sprayed out. Although the flame column is small, it also contains a power that cannot be underestimated, like a scorching heavy fist that suddenly hammers the dry bones above.
This is the influence of casting stolen from Mansu. The blazing cold power in it has the transformation power that is unmatched by the mortal creatures in the awakening world. That power even slightly breaks through the limitations of the chronological system and the limitations of the withering power, and interferes with matter and reality in any way!
But I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Watson always feels that there seems to be a thick and difficult to dissolve blurred purple light hidden in the scar of the opening on the dancer’s body. There seems to be a strange eye flashing in the depths of the light.
Moreover, the dancer’s arms have been completely deformed. With the elbow as the axis, the ulna and radius of the upper arm have been united like a scissors that open and close.
Thanks to the golden fruit carefully incubated by Winfrey Morgan, the leader of the Crossroads Cult, before swallowing this fruit containing huge vitality, Watson’s mind is like taking a slow-flying ladder.
"It seems... you have to use the power you reserved."
The other party seemed to have completely lost his consciousness. His eyes, which had lost the protection of his eyelids, had turned completely white. No emotion could be observed in his gray eyes, but his heart could still sense a faint heartbeat, proving that the male dancer who became a sacrifice to open the royal mausoleum still had half of his life left.
The next night, Qi Hui was controlled to burst out with a raging flame to burn away the foolish mortals who retreated to Heber Manor. It was not just to release the scarlet blood flame that was stained when he stole the secrets from the skull of the ancient lion guarding the mausoleum. It was also because of the influence of the ancient lion's blazing cold flame that the trembling cold power that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart ended and danced wildly under control.
The inner ulna and inner radius, which were opened more than 77 degrees between each other, were both wrapped with white scaly flesh snakes. The ulna snake spewed a scarlet long tongue, and the radius snake curled up like hibernation.
"There is still my consciousness hidden in Sister Mary's body!"
At that time, pure cold power that was hot enough to make steel tremble vented from the pores, burning the land and flesh in the distance.
In the rapid fall, pieces of charred white charcoal skin fell off like broken tiles.
"There is no rushing object above, and the skeletons of various strange creatures are everywhere in sight."
But although the flame in that ball of fire is slightly less than the flame of the ancient lion, the flame imprisoned in the depths of Watson's spirit contains the possibility of real sparks!
"Is this an enemy or a friend?"
The new skin exposed inside and outside showed a strange pink color, and it could be vaguely seen that a scar around the other party's head surrounded the face as if it formed a siege, as if the face could be changed at any time with the help of the scar gate that seemed to be healed and never healed.
In just a few seconds, Watson had not yet repaired the body of the bad son.
"That's definitely an illusion!"
A pure flame suddenly burned in Watson's left eye. The blazing flame was mixed with blood-like colors, and it also contained no colorful lights. It was just an ordinary light orange flame.
The two halves of the palm connected by the middle finger twisted into the shape of a snake head.
And this moment is the best time to release the trembling cold power!