Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

"It's in the way!".

A loud shout broke the eerie silence of this area.

There really is someone!

Hua Chi realized that what Qin Mo said was true, and her eyes darkened.

Afterwards, Hua Chi's expression became even more gloomy.

He suddenly remembered Qin Mo's previous mumblings, I'm really dead... yes... yes... I'm dead...

Qin Mo's voice kept looping in Hua Chi's head, and Hua Chi closed her eyes tightly.

How could he watch Qin Mo die? He...

Hua Chi held something tightly in his palm and thought.

If that were true, he should have died, perishing together with his enemy.

The final result was just as he had imagined, and Hua Chi actually felt relieved.

But Hua Chi thought of Xu Xiaolou who was still waiting for them in the Novice Village, and his heart sank again.

There were sounds of fighting.

Qin Mo and Hua Chi half opened their eyes, hoping that the black fog creatures would win.

The two of them silently cheered for the tired black fog creature in their hearts, telling it to hold on a little longer.

When Qin Mo's eyes had fully adapted to the outside environment, he could vaguely catch the figure of a person surrounded by black fog creatures.

A tall man covered in a cloak.

After a while, Qin Mo discovered that the cloaked man was holding something in his hand under his fluttering clothes.

It is round and looks like a Bagua formation.

As the black mist creatures around the cloaked man gradually fell down and were no longer covered, Qin Mo could see more clearly.

Thin lines with red glow extended around the cloaked man and were constantly converging on the thing he was holding in his hand.

These thin lines emitting faint red light have the black mist creature at one end and the cloaked man at the other.

Qin Mo observed carefully and realized that as long as he fought with the cloaked man, the connecting red line would become more solid.

Time flies, and many phantom red lines become completely solid.

Qin Mo didn't blink, and was very curious about what the red string in the cloaked man's hand was used for.

Suddenly, the cloaked man stopped and faced the black fog creature that was attacking him head-on, unmoved. He stood there and smiled coldly.

Qin Mo's eyes moved, and he saw the cloaked man stretched out his free hand and gently touched a red line connected to the black mist creature.

The black fog creature that was charging forward with such ferocious momentum suddenly stood still.

The man in the cloak did not withdraw his hand, but instead quickly moved several other red lines.

At the same time, a strange phenomenon appeared in Qin Mo's eyes.

All the black mist creatures whose red lines connecting the two were moved by the cloaked man were frozen in place, while their body movements continued to accumulate power for the attack.

It was as if he was under a spell of immobilization.

The strange postures of the black mist creature were like a joke and successfully made the cloaked man laugh.

Hahaha!

The cloaked man laughed wildly, with a hint of mockery in his laughter.

Then, the laughter stopped, and sharp gazes, like poisoned swords that could kill anyone who touched them, fell closely around.

Qin Mo and Hua Chi looked away in embarrassment and subconsciously held their breath.

It was difficult for the two to even look each other in the eye...

The last time Qin Mo had this feeling was during the Black Mist Tide, when his cabin was broken open by a lord-level Black Mist creature and he was talking to the other party.

The kind where you have to concentrate all your energy to say every word.

After the cloaked man took a quick look, he retracted his gaze and looked at the controlled black mist creature again.

Sigh secretly.

The cause and effect here are too complicated, and the cause and effect disk can't find what he is looking for.

Dense, solid, and illusory red lines are all intertwined and entangled in the core of the cause and effect disk array.

Qin Mo and Hua Chi also had a red line that was so faint that it was almost invisible, intersecting at the center of the cause and effect array.

If there weren't so many black fog creatures around that were causally related to the two of them, Qin Mo and Hua Chi would be clearly exposed to the cloaked man's eyes.

Qin Mo accidentally confused the cloaked man's perception and temporarily saved his own life and Hua Chi's life.

Originally, Qin Mo's idea was to use the black fog creatures here to block the opponent, or to nip in the bud the danger they would encounter.

Without an opponent, the cloaked man lost interest. He lowered his eyes and casually picked up a few red threads to fiddle with.

As some of the red lines on the edge of the karma disk shook, the postures of several black mist creatures changed accordingly.

Suddenly, Qin Mo saw several black fog creatures dancing, and their slow and clumsy movements looked like a dance.

Qin Mo, Hua Chi: “…”

This person has a really bad taste in making the black fog creature dance like a house dance.

When the dance was over, the cloaked man clapped his hands in encouragement.

Then he slightly hooked the fingertips that were overlapping on the causal disk, and several dancing black mist creatures and the black mist creatures connected by the red line raised their hands together.

The next second, he reached for his own heart, took out his heart, lowered his head and presented it to the cloaked man with both hands.

Just like the most devout believer of the evil god who is willing to sacrifice his life.

The black fog creatures that had lost their hearts suddenly had the light in their eyes flickering, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Qin Mo, who witnessed everything, mistook a black mist creature with blood on its chest for himself in a trance.

Qin Mo reacted and felt a piercing pain in his heart, as if it had been taken out before, and was crying to Qin Mo in this way.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Qin Mo turned and continued to look at the man in the cloak.

From a distance, Qin Mo saw the cloaked man's hand falling like the god of death's scythe. Every arc represented the loss of a black fog creature's life.