Before Yasso could react, Andre's legs slammed down on the ground and he burst out at an astonishing speed toward the Ghost Beast King!
The Ghost Beast King also seemed to see that the man in front of him had reached the point where the oil lamp was exhausted, and did not choose to fight him hard, but stood vigilantly in place, always ready to resist his attack.
The light in Andre's eyes was like a lit torch, getting brighter and brighter.
He smashed open the rain curtain and rushed to the Ghost Beast King,
There was no extra movement,
He raised his hand,,
Swing the knife.
The unprecedented Pang Dao light cut open the night, swept across the sky at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, and cut every drop of rain on the path in half.
The speed of this knife is too fast, so fast that even the Ghost Beast King can't easily avoid it.
Even if it wants to hide, it can't do it in its current state.
So, the black afterimage crossed the sky,
A hideous head with a pale grimace was cut off.
The head of the Ghost Beast King landed.
Andre's body swayed and fell straight down.
Yaso's eyes were quick and his hands were fast, and he steadily caught Andre's body. It was not until then that he realized how bad Andre's physical condition was.
Scratches, bumps, falls... In Yaso's spiritual perception, Andre's body was densely covered with wounds, and gurgling blood flowed out of it, dyeing most of the rain and mud under him red. At least five or six bones were broken on his body, and Yaso couldn't imagine how Andre could stand up under such a serious injury.
The most terrible thing is that Yaso can clearly perceive that Andre's vitality is declining rapidly, and his vitality is like a remnant fire in the ashes, getting weaker and weaker....
Yaso sat beside Andre blankly, "Your body..."
"Ahem... it's okay, it's just the sequelae of the forced outbreak of potential."
"If you go on in this form, you will die."
"I know."
"It's okay if you die?"
"Hehehehehe..." Andre wanted to laugh, but halfway through he laughed, he coughed up blood again, "No loss, at least I experienced Psionic once before I died, and..."
"And what?"
Andre smiled and did not answer.
"Do me a favor."
"Say it."
"There is a pack of cigarettes in my pocket, light it for me."
Yaso fumbled in Andre's chest pocket for a while, took out a rain-soaked cigarette, and took out a lighter from his pants pocket.
Picking up the cigarette for Andre, Yaso stretched out his hand to protect the lighter from being drenched by the rain, and pressed it a few times.
Cha, cha...cha!
A wisp of flame ignited, igniting the cigarette in Andre's mouth.
He took a hard breath and took a long breath of relief, as if the whole person was at ease.
Andre was holding a cigarette, looking at the gray sky with his eyes, and the rain fell on his face and slid down his cheeks....
"Yaso."
"Hmm."
"I slashed the Ghost Beast King with a knife, did you see it?"
"I saw it."
The corners of Andre's mouth rose uncontrollably, he was very happy.
Yaso nodded, just about to say something, suddenly, his whole body shook slightly.
He turned his head stiffly, and saw a burly headless corpse slowly crawling up in the mud in the distance....
On its body, a pale and weird grimace was like a parasite, crawling quickly, from its legs to its back, from that back to its chest....
Finally, it grew on the chest of the Ghost Beast King.
On the side of the head that had just been cut off, the pale grimace had disappeared without a trace.
Yaso's pupils suddenly contracted!
The Ghost Beast King... is not dead yet.
It's raining, it's still raining.
Andre looked at the sky, still remembering the scene just now, and did not notice the change in Yaso's expression.
"Damn, the guy who couldn't even defeat the team leader got defeated by Andre... Yaso, do you think I'm not skilled enough?"
Yaso was silent for a moment, looked down at Andre in his arms, and then nodded enthusiastically.
"I'll do the rest."
"Hehe," Andre responded, his face filled with satisfaction as if he had just envisioned something remarkable.
However, the light in his eyes was gradually extinguishing.
Yaso's hands trembled slightly, he shook Andre's body and shouted in a low voice.:
"Andre!You can't die!"
Andre seemed to be unable to hear Yaso's voice, his eyes gradually blurred... He opened his mouth and his voice sounded like a mosquito.:
"I.... Just now...... Handsome??"
"Handsome!" Yaso's lips trembled, he nodded firmly,
"Very handsome!More handsome than anyone I have ever seen!"
The corners of Andre's mouth curled slightly, his eyes slowly closed, and his body relaxed.
Andre, dead.
...
Yaso sat there in a daze, the rain blurred his eyes, but his gaze still did not move away from Andre.
Until... the heavy footsteps sounded again.
Yaso pursed his mouth, took a deep breath, and sat up slowly from the ground....
He turned around and his gaze fell on the headless corpse of the Ghost Beast King in the distance, as if a round of blazing sun was burning in his eyes!
He took two steps forward,
Pull out a straight knife inserted diagonally on the ground!
That's Andre's knife.
Yaso held the knife and walked towards the Ghost Beast King step by step. The rain drenched him, but it couldn't quench the anger in his heart!
And those burning golden pupils!
The grimace on the corpse of the Ghost Beast King was distorted, as if it was roaring silently, its pace was getting faster and faster, and finally it was like a staggered behemoth, bumping towards Yaso!
The headless Ghost Beast King, who has been cut off from his right arm by Andre, can only rely on the sharp claws of his left hand to launch a stormy attack!
Yaso held the knife, always able to guess its offensive trajectory like a prophet, and then staggered like lightning to avoid the attack.
He is like a midnight butterfly, swaying in the cold wind.
The terrifying dynamic vision and the speed bonus of the starry night dancer make Yaso at this moment seem to be a ghost.
Yaso flashed more than ten attacks by the Ghost Beast King in a row, raised his hand expressionlessly, and swung his knife fiercely!
This time, his goal was not any physical point, but the pale grimace that sojourned on the chest of the Ghost Beast King's body!
If he guessed correctly, this grimace is the body of the Ghost Beast King.
Although Andre cut off the head of the Ghost Beast King before, he did not hurt this grimace, so the Ghost Beast King can still come back from the dead!
Yaso's body danced in the gap between the attacks of the Ghost Beast King, and the straight knife in his hand was waved one after another, slashing on the grimace one after another.
Although he has a five-fold power bonus, he still can't bring actual damage to the Ghost Beast King, and can only leave a deep and shallow blood mark.
But it doesn't matter.
If you can't kill with one knife, you can cut it with ten knives, one hundred knives!
This time...he wants to cut the Ghost Beast King to the point where his soul is scattered!
One knife, two knives, three knives...
The Ghost Beast King couldn't touch Yaso, but Yaso could cut the Ghost Beast King. Gradually, the grimace on the Ghost Beast King's chest became more and more wounds, more and more bloody, and his expression became more and more painful!
Soon, the Ghost Beast King's offensive slowed down.
Yaso's eyes flashed murderously, seizing the opportunity, he held the straight knife in his hand with his backhand!
With all his strength, he poked it on the grimace!
A stern and piercing howl resounded through the sky!
Yaso's knife pierced the grimace, but that was not the reason for the Ghost Beast King's painful roar.
It was Yaso's eyes that really made the Ghost Beast King make such a heartbreaking wailing. Under the scorching golden light, the ghost Beast was like a candle melted by the flame, melting quickly.
Although this golden light only appeared for a moment, it was enough to completely lose the life of the ghost Beast King who was already dying.
In the end, under Yaso's gaze, the ghost beast completely solidified into a crumpled semi-solid object, and there was no trace of a grimace.
At the same time, Yaso only felt a warm current slowly flowing into his body along the hand holding the knife.
He frowned slightly, raised his foot to step on the body of the ghost beast under his feet, and pulled out a straight knife.
After thinking about it, he bent over and picked up the pale group of ghost beast king, only to feel that it was dark in front of him and almost fell to the ground.