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The mud splashed, leaving a huge deep pit on the already dilapidated road surface. The priest's body over three meters tall stood in the middle of the road, covering everyone in the shadow.

The flickering street lamps illuminated half of his body, the terrifying statue-like muscles, and the brown-black creeps attached to the muscles spared no effort to stimulate the nerves of passers-by.

The priest turned his head, his white hair fluttering.

His azure blue pupils emitted a clear and bright light in the dark night, falling on several passers-by who were already frightened.

On the spot, two young people lost their minds and ran away howling loudly. The priest stretched out his terrifying big hand, picked up their shoulders, and threw them backward amidst the screams of the two people who were terrified to the extreme.

The survivors who were trembling and unable to move could clearly hear the screams and were rapidly moving away from here. The fate of the two young people was self-evident.

Fortunately, the bad luck did not befall them again. The huge figure that was more terrifying than the Abyss Demon God seemed to lose interest, jumped up again, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The people who were still in shock looked at each other, and the fear in their eyes had not dissipated.

"That... what kind of monster..."

The scene just now came too suddenly, like a nightmare.

Before the people with weak legs and feet had time to feel grateful for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, two corpses fell from the sky again.

Blood spattered on everyone's faces, and they could vaguely tell from the clothes that the two bloody corpses were the two youths just now.

The wind was blowing, and as they screamed, a huge tentacle-like object skimmed over the street.

In just a few minutes, chaos spread rapidly from the fringes of Dallas to the center of the city.

On the social accounts of the city, it was rumored that a group of monsters rushed into the city, and wherever they went, people were killed and injured, but everyone who was able to take pictures of the monsters, only the messy streets and horrific corpses could prove the validity of this message authenticity.

Witnesses who fell into frenzy screamed and ran around the street, causing traffic in the surrounding area to be blocked. The irritable driver kept honking his horn, but still couldn't move an inch.

With a temperature of more than 20 degrees, a woman wearing a black turtleneck trench coat got out of the taxi.

Carrying a black suitcase and wearing a black round hat, she looked at the commotion in the distance, and then walked against the flow of people.

"What is the logistics department in this city doing?"

The woman's tone was a little upset.

……

……

"Do we really not care?"

On the road on the edge of Dallas, a member of the logistics department poked his head out of the car window and looked downtown.

"obey orders!"

The head of the logistics team in the same car said seriously: "We only have 10 minutes to evacuate. We can run as far as we can. This city is finished!"

He took out the walkie-talkie and reminded other members of the car: "The rearview mirrors in the car are all closed. No matter what happens behind you, don't look back! Repeat, absolutely don't look back!"

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The tallest building in downtown Dallas.

The priest's pale hair was blown by the strong wind, and he looked down at the whole city with cold eyes.

The whistling sound came from far to near, and Xia Ren landed tens of meters behind him, and rushed up without any explanation.

The crowbar swung at the top of the priest's head. The latter turned his head and let it hit his shoulder, deeply embedded in his flesh. At the same time, the priest's arm also passed through Xia Ren's flank, drawing a huge the wound.

Neither of them intends to dodge, they both have to do something, and the only solution is to kill each other completely!

The gills flowed out from the wound, a large amount of blood splattered, Xia Ren gritted his teeth, regardless, stretched out his tentacles, wrapped around the opponent's limbs, swung the crowbar again, and smashed the priest's head.

The priest strangled Xia Ren's wrist holding the crowbar, like a pair of iron pliers, directly crushed the bones in his wrist, and his own eyes were also pierced by the fingers of Xia Ren's other hand!

"what--"

The priest wanted to push Xia Ren away, but the tentacles became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't break free at all.

He howled loudly, realized the problem, grabbed the tentacle with both hands, inserted his fingers into the soft tissue, and forcibly tore it apart!

The pain from the soul made Xia Ren's limbs stiff, unable to resist anymore, the priest grabbed the broken tentacles, swung him twice in the air, and threw him aside.

In the air, Xia Ren's hands and feet were numb, and his vision was pitch black.

The powerful force led him to break through layers of walls and pass through one building, until he smashed into another building, and the force finally dissipated.

In the dim space, the body was embedded in the concrete wall, and the limbs were twisted into terrifying shapes.

Xia Ren's muscles convulsed and trembled uncontrollably, blood flowed down the wall, most of his bones were broken, even his skull was sunk in a deep hole, and his internal organs were even more messed up.

The most serious injury was his tentacles, which were directly missing a piece. The tender muscles were squirming at the horrible fracture. Although it was being repaired, the speed was very slow compared to before.

Those fungi had already entered the body from the wound, and flowed to the body with the help of blood. Rootless Water was already doing its best to buy time for Xia Ren.

The wind was howling, there were no stars in the night sky, and the pale moonlight shone on the priest.

Looking down, half of the city is in chaos, and the crazy people are destroying everything around them. Their crazy appearance makes all normal people feel deep fear.

The building under the priest's feet was full of flames, and most of the people were working. Some of them had already noticed the movement of Xia Ren's fall, and they all gathered by the window, looking at the building next to it that had a hole in it.

And under the building, a group of onlookers who did not know how to live or die had already gathered. They took pictures and wanted to post the shocking scene they saw on the Internet, but they were destined to fail.

The network of the entire city has been completely blocked. If you look further, the citizens of Dallas can find another disturbing fact-all the roads entering the city have been set up with checkpoints that prohibit passing through, and the planes and flights passing through here are blocked. The ministry was also urgently notified to divert the route, and almost all connections between the city and the outside world have been cut off.

The injury on the priest's shoulder has healed, but his eyes are still being repaired, and the speed is a bit slow.

There was movement again from behind.

The priest turned his head and saw a tentacle first.

Xia Ren struggled to climb up from the edge of the roof. He was naked, and the blood on his skin hadn't dried completely, but the tentacles had grown back a little, like a severed earthworm. The tissue is unusually pink and fragile.

The other tentacle was still at the priest's feet, curled up and twisting, still full of vitality, like a gecko tail that had just been broken off.

"What good does it do you?"

Xia Ren wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked.

The priest opened his finally healed eyes, looked at Xia Ren with blue pupils, and asked, "What good will it do you to stop me at such a high price?"

"Stop you?"