city ​​of sanctuaries

Chapter 368 The Spirit of Fear
At the same time, Shen Luoluo was also facing an unprecedented crisis.

A coercion from high-level creatures shrouded Shen Luoluo's body.

Emerging from the mist was a giant creature.

At first, Shen Luoluo thought about resisting, until Shen Luoluo saw clearly the true face of this giant creature.

Shen Luoluo's mouth was indescribably sour.

This game is so difficult...

This is the only thought in Shen Luoluo's heart at the moment.

Evil Dragon!

Why does the evil dragon appear here! ?

Could it be that the evil dragon knew about the saint's plan, and was this task hundreds of times more difficult than the normal game flow?Is the evil dragon just a small boss in this mission process! ?
The only good thing is that the evil dragon did not attack Shen Luoluo immediately, and his pair of yellow and orange dragon eyes were staring at her.

Shen Luoluo turned around in a daze, frantically looking for Fang Tian's shadow, where is Fang Tian?What about Garcia?
If the two of them are here...

Shen Luoluo smiled wryly, she didn't want to resist anymore, but at least she could bring two more people to be buried with her!
In the mist, Garcia frowned slightly. She didn't know when she lost the trace of the saint, and the two companions just now also disappeared.

Garcia closed her eyes, trying to use perception.

Soon, she opened her eyes again.

No, perception is blocked.

Garcia lifted the long sword, which was the only thing in the mist that could bring her a sense of security.

This epic-level long sword was once blessed by the Holy Light, and it more or less has the effect of restraining the fog of the undead.

There were rustling footsteps in the mist ahead.

Garcia drew her sword and stood, she smelled a dangerous breath.

The breath of the sword.

The surrounding fog began to spread outwards, and there was no obstruction to the line of sight ten meters around him, and a small shadow walked out of the fog.

It was an old man with a stooped body.

The most striking thing is that he has three scabbards on his back.

The moment he saw the comer clearly, Garcia who raised the sword was stunned. He opened his mouth and murmured: "Master..."

……

In the live broadcast room, the live broadcast was focused on Shen Luoluo and the others. From the perspective of them in front of the screen, they all stood in place as if they had been immobilized, including everyone including the saints.

Dirty Mouse said: "What's going on? Are they bewitched?"

The old ghost said: "Look carefully, their bodies."

Dirty Rat carefully followed the place where the old ghost said.

Taking a closer look, it seems that something is winding around Fang Tian and the others.

Is it the fog of the undead?

No, no, the white mist wrapped around Fang Tian and the others is very strange, it doesn't seem to be the mist of the undead...

"This is..." Dirty Rat raised his head and asked hesitantly, "Spells from the Undead system?"

The old ghost shook his head and said, "No, it's the spirit of fear."

Qingqing couldn't believe it, she turned her head to look at the old ghost in surprise, "You said this is the spirit of fear?"

Dirty Rat was still puzzled, "What are you talking about? What spirit of fear?"

The old ghost explained: "The spirit of fear is an extremely rare undead creature. Some players once encountered it when performing special missions, and made it into a game video, but the screen broadcast on the video is the same as what we see now. In the end, there was a lot of jokes on the forum.”

After a pause, the old ghost continued: "Simply put, the spirit of fear does not use physical attacks, but transforms them into a deeper spiritual attack, which cannot be captured by the game screen."

"Deeper mental attack?" Dirty Mouse was a little puzzled, and said with a smile, "Old devil, why are you talking more and more mysterious?"

"It's like this, according to the descriptions of those players who have seen the spirit of fear, when the spirit of fear launches an attack, it will drag the victim into a strange fantasy space. In the space, you will face the biggest thing in your heart Fear." The old ghost's face was solemn, without any intention of joking, he continued: "Simply put, you will face a certain strongest opponent you imagined in your mind. In this illusion, fear The spirit will keep devouring your life force."

Hearing what the old ghost said, Dirty Mouse couldn't help swallowing, and asked, "Then how can we break through this illusion?"

"Because the task of facing the spirit of fear only appeared once or twice, no one has ever really broken through this illusion, but some foreign players have put forward some assumptions, such as dispelling the illusion through some special items, and Or defeat the creatures in the illusion head-on."

The Dirty Rat said: "Stop teasing me, if it were me, the strongest opponent I have ever seen is the evil dragon in the level 60 dungeon, you let me fight against the evil dragon alone, this is simply impossible Well."

……

After fighting against the chestnut-haired woman a few times, Fang Tian felt a numbness in his wrist.

After a collision with a dagger, he retreated sharply one after another.

The opponent's movements are concise, and his fighting style is very similar to his own. From the beginning to the end, he uses the simplest movements, stabbing and swinging, but just resisting and predicting the opponent's attack has already consumed Fang Tian's entire energy.

He was suppressed by the opponent in all directions. From the beginning to now, he was passively defending, without any room to attack.

Simply put, the other party did not leave any gaps for themselves.

If you don't use 'reading', you can't beat the opponent at all.

Is it time to use your hole cards?
At this moment, Fang Tian suddenly had a feeling that from the very beginning, the opponent was suppressing his own strength, to the same level as himself.

After a short thought, the chestnut-haired woman quickly approached again, and the dagger quickly moved forward, touching Fang Tian's throat.

Simply, fiercely, swiftly.

Fang Tian's right hand was already extremely numb, so he took a deep breath and pulled out the dagger to resist.

"boom!"

not good!

Fang Tian's pupils shrank suddenly.

The dagger in his hand lost strength due to the previous continuous impacts. This time, the dagger was actually blown away and landed on the ground next to his heels.

Fang Tian knelt on the ground, panting heavily because of exhaustion.

The chestnut-haired woman in front of her didn't intend to continue to attack, she just stood there, holding her dagger flat, condescending, and looked at Fang Tian coldly.

Fang Tian suddenly had a feeling that this person was very similar to his master. During the whole battle, the opponent didn't use any skills, and she was able to use every simple movement to the extreme.

In other words, she didn't bother to use stronger skills at all.

Although he couldn't see the real face of that black shadow clearly, Fang Tian seemed to see a mocking expression on that black shadow's face.

(End of this chapter)