Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

Those criminals were like cats with fried fur, their whole bodies tense and arched.

They all saw it!

That guy was shot in the head just now, but he didn't die...

No, I should say it’s okay!

Chen Zhao looked at the old man on the roof.

The old man tensed up his nerves instantly, and in front of him there were countless threads rushing toward him like a big river.

It was ten times more turbulent than before Chen Zhao's first attack.

Only he can see those threads.

Most of them are red and have messy threads.

Only a very small portion of the threads are green.

There is also a small part of black silk thread.

The red thread represents danger, and the green thread represents safety.

The black thread represents death. If you touch the black thread, your life will be in danger.

The old man has never faced such an enemy.

The old man worked hard to use his magic power to grab the green thread.

But the red thread hit the old man crazily.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly, all the red and black threads turned green.

Chen Zhao also stopped: "It's strange, is this old man obsessed? I haven't even touched him yet, why is he injured?"

The old man was very depressed. He didn't expect that the crisis was resolved because he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"He was using huge magic power, that's why he vomited blood. You'd better put away your contempt." Byvera said encouragingly.

"Really? Then I'll be a little more serious."

The old man's scalp was about to explode because countless threads appeared in front of him again.

If the last thread looked like a big river, then this time the thread looked like a torrent.

And most of them are red, and about one fifth are black.

In this torrent, there are only a few extremely rare green threads.

The old man really regretted this time.

He originally thought that he should be the best.

He felt that even when facing Zhang Tianshi, who was known as the best person in the world.

He is also capable of fighting.

In the past, he had faced countless strong men.

There are many opponents with amazing fighting abilities.

But even those opponents with amazing combat power.

When he used prophet magic, most of the people he faced were green lines.

So he can always easily neutralize his opponent's attacks.

But this man is like a devil.

He had absolutely no hope of winning.

In this torrent, black and red mixed together, painting a terrifying scene.

It also makes him more difficult to resist.

The green silk thread also became swaying, as if it would break at any time.

The old man wanted to grab the green thread, but in an instant he was washed away by the red and black torrent.

Missing the opportunity, the old man fell into the illusion given by the future.

The next moment, the old man felt a pain in his cheek.

Chen Zhao's fist had already landed on his face.

The middle-aged women and young people who were so proud a moment ago all looked incredulous.

They even forgot to help the old man.

Chen Zhao looked at his fist.

"So weak, so disappointed."

The old man covered his face, his magic power almost collapsed.

Although his prophet magic is very powerful, it can even be said to be bug-level magic.

But there are also huge risks.

If he is facing an opponent that is too powerful to surpass.

Then he will also be counterattacked by the prophet's magic.

Coupled with Chen Zhao's punch, he was seriously injured now.

"Help me up, let's go." The old man covered his face. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The middle-aged woman and young man quickly helped the old man up and fled the scene in a hurry.

When the criminals saw the three people on the roof, they disappeared with a whoosh.

Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong. The people in front of me seemed to be no ordinary people.

Chen Zhao turned to look at Baifula: "Baifulula, is it almost done now?"

"Okay, let's start now."

Suddenly, countless dark magma emerged from Chen Zhao's feet.

Dark magma spread in all directions instantly.

In the blink of an eye, the ground of the entire abandoned neighborhood was enveloped in dark magma.

"You lost." A victorious smile appeared on Chen Zhao's face.

But at this moment, the criminals fell one after another.

"No, you lost." Byfula's mouth curled up slightly.

Chen Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank, and he had no idea how Byfula did it.

There were no energy fluctuations, and these criminals did not seem to have been attacked.

Just like dominoes, they keep falling one after another.

Chen Zhao also took action in an instant, and the dark magma on the ground instantly turned into a mountain of swords.

In an instant, dozens of criminals were minced at the same time.

The dispute ended instantly.

The gambling battle between the two top psychics in the supernatural world left these criminals with no chance to resist.

It starts in an instant and ends in an instant.

"You didn't win." Chen Zhao said calmly: "Obviously, I have more prey."

"No, your so-called prey has actually been killed by me." Byfula shook his head and said.

"You have no way to prove that they have been killed by you." Chen Zhao shrugged: "And why do you say that they have been killed by you?"

No one is convinced in this gambling battle. After all, there is no clear winner or loser.

Of course, they all thought they had won.

Byfula stretched out his hand, and among the corpses he killed, traces of black blood rose up and gathered in Byfula's palm.

Chen Zhao's dark magma also began to collect blood, and he found that the blood on these criminals was black.

"Why is their blood black?"

"This is a mark, the prey mark marked by the organizer." Byfula said.

"By the way, what kind of magic did you use just now? I didn't feel you take action at all. How did you kill them?"

"I will tell you if you admit defeat, and as a mortal you should feel honored for the opportunity I have given you."

Chen Zhao's cheeks twitched: "Get out."

Although Chen Zhao refused to admit defeat, his mind was still recalling every detail of the scene that just happened.

How did Byfra kill so many criminals?

It's so weird. Even though they didn't take any action, those criminals fell down like wheat.

It was like being killed by Byfla's eyes.

"Do you really want to know?" Byfra asked again.

"think."

"Then I won't tell you."

"You're really annoying, you know that?"

"People who hate me are jealous of my status, strength, and my personal charm."

Chen Zhao curled his lips: "Let's go, let's go find the forgotten cave."

"No need to look, I know where the cave is."

"Where is it?" Chen Zhao regretted asking this question.

With Baifula's character, he would definitely beat himself up.