A magnificent tower grew out of the dilapidated construction section that was originally ignored.

The golden tower suddenly stood on the street at night, and the sun disk, like a miraculous sign, scattered above it like the scorching sun in the sky, illuminating the entire street as if it were daytime.

But even so, the passing pedestrians and vehicles still looked at it.

Because these ordinary people cannot sense the power of the substitute, they cannot see the magnificent and beautiful Sun Tower.

At this moment, only Fuge and Nalanga could notice the divine tower that was born out of thin air from the ruins, and the wonderful light that was becoming increasingly fierce and dangerous on the spire disc.

Soon, almost in that moment

The light condensed on the disc became extremely dazzling, eye-catching, solid and three-dimensional, and instantly turned into a suspended light ball with a ignition of golden light.

This light ball is like the fireball technique that the master of the magic movie is rubbed out, but the special effects are more cost-effective, the color is more gorgeous, and the sun-like golden color is more.

Unfortunately, in a sense, it is really the "fireball technique" of the master of the wizard:

As soon as this "little sun" was formed, it seemed to be thrown out by an invisible mage's hands, and quickly whistled towards the direction where Fuge and Nalanga were.

Obviously, it is here to kill people.

"Do not to escape!"

No one wanted to use his body to test the lethality of this golden light ball, and Fuge immediately dodged to the side like a frightened rabbit.

At the same time, he subconsciously pushed Nalanga away beside him and shouted to let his companions react quickly.

But soon, when the blazing ball of light almost passed by his shoulders, Fuge discovered that he was a little extravagant.

When the golden light ball actually flew closer, he realized that the light ball accurately avoided the position where Nalanga was standing, and was completely for himself.

If he hadn't just reacted quickly and dodged in time, the light ball would have sink into his chest from the center of his body.

The "little sun" barely passed by Fuge. Although the light was as bright as fire and sun, it did not make a sound or bring a trace of temperature.

However, the moment the light ball burst into the ground

The solid cement floor has added a large area of ​​terrifying spider web cracks out of thin air.

The road surface is cracked and the gravel is prominent, like the land after drought, or like bricks and stones trampled by elephants.

"What a powerful lethality!"

Fuge took a breath of air conditioning and froze himself very much:

One blow can knock the hard cement road into scrapped sections

If the fragile flesh and blood body of human beings is hit like this, even if they are not killed on the spot, they may be paralyzed.

"You must never be hit by this light ball!"

"As long as we hit it once, we will no longer be able to protect ourselves!"

Fuge quickly made this obvious and correct judgment.

But the problem is far from being solved.

Just as Fog and Nalanga were extremely nervous about the destructive power of the golden light ball, the light on the tower shone brightly again, and the sun disk floating in the void condensed a real "sun".

The light ball roared towards Fuge again like a meteor.

The gorgeous sunshine is even more terrifying in Fuge's eyes at the eternal night in the abyss.

"here we go again"

"What to do, what to do?!"

"If you get hurt, you will be seriously injured. The flying speed of this light ball is not slow at all. How can I guarantee that I can avoid it every time?"

"What's worse is that I don't know where the enemy is yet, and what means he uses to lock me and launch an attack for the target."

"If the attack continues like this, I have to try my best to avoid the light ball just by avoiding the light ball, and it is impossible for me to spend my energy to launch a counterattack."

His body was subconsciously trying to avoid it, but his mind also subconsciously felt a sense of fear.

After all, Fuge was still scared.

He was able to betray the organization entirely because of Li Qing's life coercion at the beginning;

Their experiences along the way are like a stunning momentum in the eyes of optimists like Li Qing, but in the eyes of pessimists like Fuge, they are completely full of storms and dangers.

Indeed, he walked on thin ice all the way and finally managed to get here without any danger.

But when you walk by the river often, how can you not get your shoes wet?

What's more, this river is still the Styx.

When this itinerary was exposed, he was attacked on the middle and his companions were separated, especially without the guidance of Bugalati, the "godfather", he could hardly control himself and felt that it was time for him to "wet shoes" to meet Hades.

"Aviation Smith!"

Nalanga's roar exploded in his ears.

Without hesitation, he drove his Aviation Smith, like a human plane rushing towards the monster in the movie, attacking the golden tower with a ridiculous and decisive and tragic posture in a completely disproportionate manner.

The two strings of tiny flames bombarded the tower without any obstacles, but their light was easily covered by the golden sunlight, and the bullets themselves failed to spark a trace of sparks on the tower.

For the Sun Tower, which is ten feet high, the damage of a "toy plane" is not painful or itchy at all.

But this is not meaningless.

When Fuge relied on his second embarrassing dodge and dangerously recovered his life in front of the light ball, Nalanga's decisive reaction also saved him in a sense:

"Naranga?"

Nalanga's existence made him feel instinctively relieved.

After realizing that he was not alone in this desperate situation, Fuge's spirit of stagnation due to fear finally cheered up:

"Don't attack"

"For a substitute of that size, our attacks are mostly useless!"

His brain began to operate instinctively and subconsciously warned his companions.

"Um."

Nalanga nodded seriously, invisibly giving Fuge greater spiritual support.

And at this time, the third attack from the Tower of Sun came.

The light ball condensed from the disc to form, and roared towards Fuge in a blink of an eye.

"It's time to calm down"

“Now that Bugalati is not here, I have to rely on myself to cheer up.”

Now that Nalanga and he went deep into the dragon and tiger den with him, he could not let his companions die because of his incompetent psychological quality, no, let this family-like existence die.

Fuge's eyes gradually became firmer.

So

Now what he has to do is:

"run!"

Facing the golden light ball that was rushing towards him, Fuge turned around and ran away without saying a word.

This is not timidity or fear, because "sprinting" itself is the best solution to deal with a powerful stand-in. As long as you run fast enough and escape far enough, the enemy stand-in's range will not be used enough.

"Naranga, come here!"

Fuge summoned his substitute Zi Yan without hesitation.

The light ball whistled very quickly, it was like a high-speed baseball thrown by a professional player. Humans with physical bodies must concentrate and do their best to avoid them.

But this speed is completely different for Zi Yan, whose physical strength completely crushes humans.

As soon as the purple warrior in Roman armor appeared, he pulled the thin Naranga from the ground at a speed that was lightning speed.

Then, it threw Nalanga out into the distance like it was throwing a solid ball.

Nalanga flew quickly dozens of meters away, and at the same time, Fuge also used his own strength to avoid the bombardment of the light ball.

A ball of light flashed past, blasting the pavement where Foge had just stood into a piece of gravel.

Immediately afterwards, the next wave of light energy attack began to brew from the top of the tower.

Seizing this time, Zi Yan used the same trick again to carry his original body Fuge on his shoulders.

All this happened in just a moment.

At the critical moment when the deadly ball of light was about to hit his body again, Fuge shouted in his heart with all his might:

"Purple Smoke!"

Zi Yan's muscles tightened.

Under Fuge's command, it used practical tricks that only a power-type stand-in can play:

"Take me away!"

Zi Yan carried the body of Fuge and jumped towards the distance.
To be continued...