Chapter 1150: Mutual Dependence

Chapter 1150: Mutual Dependence

Chapter 1150: Mutual Dependence

If Rosad had not known that the opponent's mental power could not be mobilized, he would not have chosen to directly block it, but would have adopted another tactic.

"What exactly is this..."

While he was pinned to the spot, Covington's body, which had a big hole in it, was recovering quickly.

During this process, an extremely strange field came from his body, which caused his alienated tissue to produce a burning sensation.

His pupils suddenly dilated.

Before the central city was built, he had participated in many activities to encircle and suppress the opposite side. It was a bloody and unforgettable past. He would never mistake this feeling. It was something from the opposite side!
At this moment he understood, he raised his head, but his eyes were fixed on the opposite side.

He couldn't say it because his whole body was numb, but his eyes conveyed his meaning.

You let Him attach Himself!

"It seems you understand?"

Covington's eyes moved, and he gave him a strange and stiff smile, and then added meaningfully, "No, you still don't understand."

The three imprisoned individuals just saw the breakthrough from different directions, but in fact they were communicating with each other. The old emperor did not understand and did not respond to him.
However, because he had swallowed some forbidden items, he could communicate directly with that existence on the field.

That being gave him some of the power, which was absorbed and digested by him. Even though his spirit could not communicate with the other side of the world, this power made the originally dry and withered alienated tissue active again, allowing him to recover some of his original abilities.

Rosade suddenly discovered that he could actually channel the power of the other side into his own body and use it, and he seemed to be out of control at all and still had his original consciousness. This made him think of a possibility.

He uttered a difficult voice: "Fusion faction...?
Covington stared at him with his gray eyes and said, "Yes. I am the Archon, and I don't want to abandon my duties. Since I chose to swallow the forbidden object, it means I am sure to do so!

Through this attempt, I want to gain the power to devour the existence on the opposite side, so as to find a path that can be used by us!

When we can eat 'Them' as food, then we no longer need to be afraid of 'Them', and we can have a new way out. But you idiots have ruined my plan!

No, no, it wasn't you who destroyed it, it was you who allowed me to do this, you provided these to me, waiting for me to go down this path, and then you arrested me and used me as a test subject!

You guys planned this long ago!"

He suddenly revealed an extremely angry look, and the white spiritual fire on his body flickered, which made Rosade, who was standing nearby, feel more pain in his body, and even his vision became blurred.

At this moment, the anger in Covington suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly laughed strangely: "But it's good this way. If I didn't have these, how would I have the chance to get what I have now?"

While he was speaking, Rosade finally managed to break free from the mental intimidation.

Although he has not yet reached the level of a throne fighter, he has not stopped his steps in the more than one hundred years since he became a fighter, but has been honing himself all the time. Even though he is still at the secret hall level, he is already close to the edge of a breakthrough, and his alienated organization already possesses extremely strong resilience.

At this moment, just above his head, a huge figure condensed from the void, and the whole body was instantly wrapped in orange-yellow flames. Then a fist smashed down. At this time, Covington wanted to retreat, but Rosad grabbed him.

boom!
The huge fist shadow fell and smashed into Covington, but the latter just crouched and managed to withstand it. However, the attack was just the beginning, and more fist shadows fell from the sky like a rainstorm, and the spiritual fires of both sides collided and melted there, and the orange-yellow and pale-white flames spread outward, and the earth continued to shake.

Rosad himself did not stand still, but after taking a breath, he joined the attack.

He punched the figure in front of him continuously and quickly. At this time, he was no longer stingy with his own strength, but instead squandered it without hesitation.

Because he knew that the opponent's strength had not yet fully recovered. Even if he had made up for a defect mentally, he could only get some energy replenishment from a small loophole at most. He was still far from his peak state. So as long as he caused enough damage, he could still knock him down!
However, this opportunity is extremely difficult to obtain right now. If you don’t try to seize it, you will be the one to fall!

Fierce fists from both sides kept smashing down like raging waves. Each blow was like a giant cannonball bombarding the earth. The air was completely squeezed out, and the vibration of the ground could be clearly felt even in the Baiyan Hall and the residences of various visiting groups. Only the continuous and deafening muffled sound came from the sky above the central city.

The situation in Baiyan Hall was no longer clear. There were only streams of white light in front of them. When a powerful fighter exerted his full strength, the surrounding area could hardly exist except for the fighter. In fact, if it were not for the restraint of the ritual power, the aftermath of the catharsis alone would be enough to flatten the entire area.

But even so, the expert secret ritual team was sweating profusely while hiding in the sturdy fortress to maintain the ritual. Behind them, people were constantly pouring ritual supplements into the cross pits, which were being consumed at an alarming rate. Then more materials were poured in, because only in this way could the ritual be maintained from being destroyed.

Covington's body seemed unable to withstand such a bombardment for long. His body, which had just recovered, was smashed to pieces again, and he couldn't even see his entire body clearly.

However, Rosad did not feel happy. Instead, his heart was sinking because the extremely corrosive spiritual power had not disappeared, and even though the pale spiritual light had been dispersed, it was still surrounding him.

But he did not stop. Instead, he increased the power of his attack, as if he wanted to squeeze out every bit of energy in his body.

After swinging his fist countless times, when he stretched out his fist again, he found that his fist was firmly held down by a palm, and he couldn't move it forward even a little bit.

He opened his eyes and saw the outline of a "person" appearing in front of him. It was made up of a group of dazzling light, but it was not pure light. There were broken flesh and blood residues and some tissues attached to it on the outside.

The hand that was blocking him was extending from here, and more pieces of flesh and blood were floating in the air and gathering together. One could also see strands of alienated tissue connecting with each other and growing rapidly.

At the same time, he felt a powerful spiritual force rushing into his body. If the force he faced just now only made him unable to move, now he seemed to have lost the ability to think and half-knelt on the ground.

Even the spirit image above was frozen in place.

The light and shadow stood in front of him. As more and more scattered flesh and blood wrapped in the light appeared, a face was revealed. After the eyes opened, the gray-white eyeballs moved and glanced at him.

"Dayel, I should thank you. Without your cooperation, it would be difficult for me to do it myself."

As he spoke, a gray-black stone was slowly squeezed out from between his brows, and finally fell there with a snap. Cracked fragments could be seen on it, and then after a while, another stone fell down.

Rosade's eyes were blurry at the moment, but when he saw this thing in a trance, his heart was still shocked, because he recognized that it was a forbidden relic, and it was specially used to restrain spiritual power. How could it be possible to get rid of it by itself?

And without this thing...

The hole between Covington's eyebrows gradually healed. He opened his hands and the densely packed arms behind his back, feeling more power being transmitted to him continuously from another world.

The blockade hall relied on these two relics to restrain his spiritual power, but just now he let Rosad blow him to pieces.

My spirit is already weak, and without a body, it has nothing to rely on. Even if the remaining flesh and blood can grow the body back, it will take time and a process, and it will almost lose the ability to resist.

However, after he swallowed the power of that existence, his spirit could briefly attach itself to the other party's spirit, which was equivalent to temporarily abandoning himself. Once the relics lost their host, they would immediately lose their function.

Although this thing will still exist in his body after he reshapes it, it will no longer have the same effect as before unless the ritual is performed again.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the existence needs to allow him to borrow strength, and the condition for him to convince the other party is that if he successfully recovers his strength, he will let the other party rely on himself and take him out.

He would not break his promise, because once the spiritual power in the sky was withdrawn, he would still be pressed back into the cage, so the only chance was to tear open the cracks and escape to the fusion area or the opposite world. But even if he possessed a part of the power of that existence, he did not have such power. He could only wait until the other party recovered to do so.

He felt it at this moment. Although there was still the power of the ritual hindering his spirit, as long as the obstacles in front of him were cleared, nothing could stop him.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at Rosade who was half-kneeling in front of him. He slowly clenched his fists, and the arm on the back of his body also made the same movement, and a pale light instantly gathered on it.

Then, a punch came down!
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(End of this chapter)