Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

Chapter 144: Images of All Living Things

Where had these villagers ever seen such a horrific scene? Their faces turned pale in an instant, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.

The explosion happened so fast and violently that some people could not even withstand the impact and collapsed to the ground, shaking all over.

However, their instinct for survival allowed them to quickly regain their ability to move.

They began to speed up frantically, running in all directions with all their might. Perhaps if they had started running the moment they heard the sound, they would still have a chance, but it was a pity that it was too late if they started now.

Even the giant fishmen that were originally so majestic were frightened.

Although they are huge in size, they are agile and feel unprecedented threat from the secret law. They join the escape team and work desperately with other villagers to escape this terrible place.

Due to its huge size, it rushed out recklessly, trampling countless ordinary fishmen to death along the way.

There is no way. The smoke doesn't care whether you are a man or a woman, big or small. As long as you are flesh and blood, even if you are touched by it a little, a big hole will be corroded.

The miserable howling sounds kept drilling into Lin Hun's ears, but the fishman in the smoke did not dare to move for fear of being contaminated by more smoke.

Lin Hun stood outside and watched for a long time until the smoke gradually faded and disappeared.

All the fishmen who could escape have fled, leaving behind only some disabled people who had no ties or had done many bad things. They were not fast enough and had no caring companions to help them, so they could only wait to die here.

Wait until the smoke clears.

In order to better understand the power of the secret technique, Lin Hun walked forward and observed the miserable situation of the crowd.

"Why did you take such a small injury and make it so serious?"

The injury of the first fishman he encountered from the outside to the inside surprised Lin Hun. A small brown hole appeared on the fishman's chest. The hole was only the size of a thumb nail and looked even less serious than the damage caused by a harpoon.

There were other murlocs lying next to the first murloc. There were some empty spaces around them, which confirmed that many murlocs had successfully escaped at the same distance, but these unlucky guys were unlucky and were hit in critical parts.

Lin Hun used the sword to move the bodies of the surrounding fishmen to find the locations of the wounds. It was not known whether they were in pain or dizzy from the smoke, but they were like dead fish and did not show any resistance, which saved Lin Hun some effort.

After a while, Lin Hun finally came to the conclusion that most of the fishmen lying on the periphery had wounds in some key vital parts, such as the chest or temples. Most of the wounds of the fishmen left here on the periphery were like this. Every fishman exhaled more than inhaled, and their inflated chests could not hide their fate of dying.

This is just a little bit of the secret technique that has been applied to the vital parts of the body, which shows how domineering and terrifying it is.

Lin Hun was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see these fishmen suffer here, so he stabbed each of them in the forehead with a sword, killing them instantly while they were still unconscious.

Unlike the outer area, the closer Lin Hun walked to the inner circle of the explosion, the more awake the fishmen inside became. When they saw Lin Hun's figure, they tried their best to stay away from him even if it meant biting him with their teeth.

It was really because the hunter's behavior was too bad. In the villagers' impression, it was just a little painful now, but if they fell into the hands of the hunter, it would be a fate worse than death.

At this distance, luck can no longer save their lives. Every fishman is missing arms and legs, and the pain is continuous and long, leaving them no chance to faint.

The smoke bit big holes in their bodies, and the mist that remained in their flesh and blood kept devouring the host's flesh and blood and spreading around. The pure mist treated all living beings equally, even though most of the hatred came from the fishmen, but once they took possession of the host, no matter what creature it was, they would torture it to death.

The fishmen who were not hit in the vital parts could only feel that they were being devoured bit by bit by the hatred. The sizzling sound of flesh and blood constantly ringing in their ears vividly added to their pain and torture.

Some guys had lost all feeling in their lower bodies and were twitching in pain. Lin Hun had noticed him from a distance because there were only a few villagers who were the worst off, and he was among the top three.

As for the more recent ones, there is not even a slag left and they are not included in the ranking.

His fingernails exploded as he gripped the machete tightly. Only in this way could he relieve some of his pain. As soon as he picked up the machete, the insensitive part of his body was instantly restored to feeling when it was pulled, and he shivered in pain.

"Gulu!" (Gulu! Quick! Give me a knife! I can't stand it!)

The wailing fishmen all around swarmed over when they saw someone who could actually lift a knife. Some were dragging their entire bodies with one intact hand, some were moving forward by gnawing on the ground with their teeth, some were lying on their backs and pushing off the ground with one leg... Each of them had different disabilities.

Most of the fishmen tried their best to escape from Lin Hun. After all, the wounds on their bodies were just painful, but the hunters' methods were not only painful but also torturous.

The road ahead of Lin Hun was littered with corpses. Occasionally, a murloc would die on the road without catching his breath while trying to escape. If he saw a murloc whose breath was as weak as a candle in the wind and he could not move, Lin Hun would kill him without hesitation, so that they would no longer suffer from the pain and torture and leave the nightmare as soon as possible.

"Gulu!" (Those of you who have hands can do it yourself. I can't stand it anymore, so I'll leave first!)

After saying that, the fishman raised his hand with all his strength and stabbed his own little eye with a knife.

"Gulu!" (How can you be so selfish!)

The fishmen around dispersed cursing. They wanted to look for other kind-hearted people to see if they could give them a quick death.

However, things went against his wishes. The relieved smile on the fishman's face lasted only a moment before being interrupted by pain.

The fishman's eyes were too small and his arms were not strong enough, so half of the blade was stuck in the eye socket, unable to go any deeper.

This time, not only did it not give him any relief, but it tortured him even more. He wanted to roll on the ground in pain, but he was afraid of accidentally touching the machete on his eye socket.

"Gu!" (Don't leave! Come over here and press it to give me a quick hit! Don't leave!)

The murlocs waved their arms desperately but were unable to persuade the villagers to change their minds. The other murlocs just raised their heads weakly, glanced at them, and sneered. In order to save energy, they were too lazy to even say any more sarcastic words and continued to run away.

Their turn was so decisive, as if they had made some kind of determination.

The fishman was left standing there in agony, his fingers tapping the blade from time to time, his facial features wrinkled in pain.

As Lin Hun passed by, he pressed the handle of the knife into his eye socket, relieving his pain.

There are still many kind-hearted people in the world.

"What a shame. I was so excited. I thought we could have a good fight later, but it turned out like this."

Lin Hun ignored the villagers who were fleeing in all directions at his feet.

Ordinary villagers have no means of treating such a wound that is constantly eroding. In addition, with his disability, the only difference is whether he will die sooner or later. It would be best if he died in torture.

Without the elders to organize the main force, the scattered fishmen became defeated soldiers and completely lost their momentum.

That day, the fishman finally recalled the fear of being slaughtered by hunters.