There are both good and bad sizes. The disadvantage is that it is inconvenient to maneuver and not flexible enough in combat, but the advantage is that it is large enough to withstand more damage. Ordinary fatal injuries may only be skin trauma.

Yang Kai has used the Dragon Transformation Technique to fight many times, and he has a deep understanding of this.

In terms of its size, the giant ink god is even better than the holy dragon he transformed into. The advantages brought by its size are naturally magnified to the extreme.

The wounds looked like flesh and blood were rolling, and ink blood was gushing, which was terrible, but in fact they were nothing to the ink-colored giant god.

Even though the light of purification greatly weakened the foundation, the giant ink-colored god still deserves the title of Supreme Clan. However, seeing the flesh and blood squirming from the wound, the rich ink power surged out, it quickly stabilized the injury. Only Yang Kai's three thousand great powers were not so easy to resolve, and it was still attached to the wound, constantly interpreting and changing, and causing damage.

Seeing this, Yang Kai made a quick decision, took his gun away, and rushed to the wound of the broken arm before the giant ink-colored god slapped the giant palm again.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Kai had already arrived at the broken arm, and the thick ink blood was still gushing. However, in just a short moment, the terrifying injury had been greatly relieved. I am afraid that in less than a few dozen breaths, the wound on the broken arm would become the same as the neck, leaving only the injury, and there would be no ink blood to eject.

The recovery ability of such a giant is really terrifying.

Yang Kai picked up the gun, and as the power of heaven and earth surged, his body moved with the gun, and his whole person instantly turned into a top and drilled towards the wound of the broken arm.

The huge pain instantly enveloped the ink-colored giant god. It roared and was frightened and angry: "What are you going to do?"

Yang Kai silently answered, and tried his best. The man and gun were united, turning into an invincible edge, breaking the blockade of the thick ink power, and trying to penetrate the wound into the body of the ink-colored giant god.

"Don't think about it!" The giant ink-colored god had already realized what he was about to face. Even if he was as powerful as it, he knew what would happen if he was succeeded by Yang Kai. His huge eyes were filled with panic and horror. Before the war began, it never thought that it would fall into such a dangerous situation in just a short time.

When the words were finished, it raised its hand and slapped Yang Kai. The situation seemed to be slapping a mosquito biting itself. If this palm was implemented, Yang Kai would probably die in an instant even if he transformed into a holy dragon.

At the same time, it has all its strength to activate its own strength, forming a viscous and strong protection outside the wound of the broken arm to prevent Yang Kai from invading. As long as it can kill the enemy before being invaded, all crises can be solved.

A sense of crisis that had never been seen before rose in Yang Kai's heart. When the ink-colored giant god slapped the big palm, he clearly felt the shadow of death covering his body and mind. It was a completely suffocating feeling. There was no flesh and blood inside and outside the body that was not trembling. Although he had encountered life and death crises many times since his practice, he had never been as strong as this time, so strong that he almost felt that he had fallen.

At the wound of the broken arm, the protection condensed by the power of ink was extremely strong. Even Yang Kai tried his best but failed to break through in an instant. Moreover, the protection was not only one layer, but was continuous and continuously supplemented.

The best way at this time is naturally to stop and retreat, protect yourself, and find an opportunity to fight again. However, after having experienced this, it would not be so easy to do this. The ink-colored giant god will definitely be closely guarded.

At the ray of life and death, Yang Kai's mouth curled up and a ferocious smile appeared. The already extremely terrifying aura suddenly reached a new high, which made the void tremble.

"You are looking for death!" The giant ink-colored god roared wildly, slapped it hard. Wherever the big palm brushed, the void shattered, like a broken mirror.

The giant palm suddenly stopped a few dozen miles away from Yang Kai, as if it had encountered huge resistance.

However, a broken arm suddenly lies in the void, blocking its fierce attack. The broken arm, regardless of its length or shape, is no different from its intact arm.

Ada finally came back!

At this most critical moment, it was he who blocked this fatal blow for Yang Kai.

Yang Kai also saw the scene of Ada rushing from the perspective of his vision, so he decided to give it a try.

He held his broken arm with one hand and the other with his broken leg. Ah Da was furious and put his head up, almost facing the face of the ink-colored giant god, and said with a grim voice: "What do you want to do to the little guy!"

In this era when the heavens are full of ink, as a giant god clan, I can't find anyone who wants to stutter. The little guy is now the only source of food for him and A Er. If the little guy is killed, wouldn't their brothers go hungry all the time in the future?

The simple-minded Ah had already seen the truth that little guys could bring them delicious food. No matter what, the little guy would not be allowed to be harmed at all. Those who dared to be detrimental to the little guy would all die!

Faced with Ada's inquiry, the giant ink-colored god could only respond with a painful howl.

Just because the moment its attack was blocked by Ada, the violent aftermath was like an invisible wall hitting Yang Kai's back. At that moment, the sound of a bone breaking came from Yang Kai's body, but because of this force, he suddenly broke through the blockade of the power of ink, and the man and gun were united, and he got into the broken arm of the giant ink god.

The boundless ink color wrapped him up, and the light was gone. Yang Kai felt as if he had fallen into the ocean of ink. He moved forward, breaking through the blood and flesh blockade, and drilling straight into the body of the giant god of ink.

As the spear wandered inside the body of the ink-colored giant god, it initially encountered huge resistance, but after a few breaths, the resistance suddenly weakened.

However, Ada launched a storm-like attack on the ink-colored giant god. The ink-colored giant god had to be distracted from defending, so he naturally could not attack Yang Kai who had already penetrated into its body.

In the huge void, the two giant gods fought extremely violently, but in terms of the situation, Ada completely gained the upper hand. He waved his broken arms and short legs with both hands, as if he regarded it as his weapon. Every time he shot down, the ink-colored giant god staggered, his flesh and blood flew everywhere, and his condition was miserable.

Another giant ink-colored god saw the battle situation here and was willing to come to support him, but how could Ah Er let it succeed? He tried his best and entangled it in the same place.

On another battlefield, Monaye's eyes trembled violently, and his face was full of disbelief.

In fact, when Yang Kai exerted his full strength and burst out with an unprecedented powerful aura, Monaye felt something was wrong and an idea emerged in his heart.

The inherent instinct made him deny this idea, but now it seems that such an incredible thing has really happened.

"He has been hiding his strength?" Monaye asked in surprise while resisting Mi Jinglun's mad attack.

"What do you think?" Mi Jinglun naturally would not kindly answer the enemy's questions, and responded casually, while looking for the other party's flaws.

However, this answer had already convinced Monaye of his judgment, and he looked in disbelief: "Why?"

Yang Kai hid the huge number of eight-grade small stone tribes. He had never used it for so many years, just to target the giant ink-colored gods. He could understand this kind of thing. After all, those small stone tribes cannot be exposed easily. Once exposed, it will inevitably arouse the Mo tribe's vigilance and it will be difficult to play the role of a surprise weapon.

But why does he still hide his strength? Judging from the momentum that Yang Kai had burst out before, Yang Kai's true strength is extremely terrifying. Since he has such strength, why has he been hiding it? If he has been showing his true strength in the ten-year war, I don't know how many fake kings will suffer, and even he, the king, may not be able to survive.

"What do you think?" Mi Jinglun still answered the same way. The feather fan suddenly waved, and the violent wind turned into a sharp blade, cutting a wound between Monaye's waist and abdomen. He finally found the other party's flaw. Perhaps it was because Yang Kai's performance that Monaye was a little uneasy. At this moment, the King of the Mo Clan was already confused.

Monaye rolled out, blood soared, and Mi Jinglun's continuous attack followed closely. Suddenly, he smiled desolately: "I understand!"

Or because of the ink-colored giant gods, Yang Kai hid his strength and the eighth-grade small stone tribes. Everything is just for the ink-colored giant gods, because whether it is the two giant gods of the human race or the two ink-colored giant gods of the Mo tribe, they are the key to the outcome of the war. Only by finding a way to solve the opponent's strongest combat power can the war truly end.

Long before the war began, Monaye had already seen this, and how could Yang Kai not notice it?

And his hidden weakness really worked. The ink-colored giant gods didn't care too much about Yang Kai. Their targets were never the other's giant gods. As old opponents who had fought and attacked for thousands of years, they knew each other's difficulty and strength well, but they didn't expect that they really suffered a great loss in front of Yang Kai.

The defeat has emerged, and Monaye felt sad and could not understand why Yang Kai could gain such strong strength in such a short time!

He was promoted to the ninth grade in the furnace world, and only seven hundred years have passed. Seven hundred years have passed, and it is nothing to the ninth grade of the human race. It is almost enough for a new ninth grade to stabilize his own realm and make a little progress.

But the momentum that Yang Kai showed at this moment was almost the same as the ninth-grade peaks that Monaya had felt back then.

If Yang Kai's own strength has always been far superior to his same level, he would be the most senior veteran ninth ranks that year, and perhaps he would be inferior to him in combat power.

During the peak of the human race, more than 100 ninth grades also had no good way to deal with the ink-colored giant god. They only spent a huge price to fight to death in the battle of protecting the pass without returning to the gate.
Chapter completed!