Somewhat sad and angry.
He couldn't help asking himself in his mind.
Although they are both Awakened, why is the difference in strength so big?
He glanced at the mutant that was shattered to pieces and felt his heart twitching.
Any one of them could probably beat him to death.
For a moment, he wavered in his previous judgment.
"Third level?"
"Is it really the third level!?"
Breathing rapidly, even everyone in the hall couldn't help but think of this.
I have only heard of military districts encountering third-level mutants.
It seems that Lin An's destructive power is not much different from the rumored third level?
But they haven't come to their senses yet.
In the picture, Lin An seemed not to give them any room to breathe.
"Buzz-"
The subtle soul extraction sounded.
A series of invisible "souls" were peeled off from the dead mutant fragments, and were extracted by the Death Stone in an instant.
Thoughts move slightly.
Lin An calmly watched the tide of corpses rushing in again, and a large number of soul points stored in the Death Crystal began to be consumed.
"Convert mental power."
The death gem hanging on the neck suddenly cooled down, and the dark red fluctuations disappeared in a flash.
At the same time, the accumulated soul points are converted into the essence of spiritual power through the death crystal.
Status is filled.
Powerful, like an explosion, the force returns to the body.
"Heaven!"
The talent skill is activated again.
When the dazzling light filled the battlefield again, the entire Long'an base began to boil.
All the base members cheered excitedly, and many exhausted soldiers knelt down half-crying and half-laughing, letting the cold rain hit their faces.
Wen Ya couldn't help but wipe the rain off her face, feeling equally excited.
Although she knew and had seen Lin An's ability, it did not hinder her mood at this time.
An Jingtian on the side opened his mouth and looked at Lin An who was "walking" into the air again.
Gao Tian even touched his nose in embarrassment, feeling his excitement was in vain.
Team Lin is Team Lin, so strong that it’s impossible to guess where the limit is.
He almost forgot that Lin An still had so many trump cards.
In the quiet conference room, Wang Meng felt that the white light in the picture was too dazzling.
He held it in for a long time before he came out with a sentence:
"Is he really human?"
"Can that trick still work?"
The second-level awakened person standing aside did not dare to speak.
He was so afraid that he would say the wrong thing again.
Although, logically speaking, the scene just now is unlikely to be repeated.
No matter how strong you are, the mental consumption is not fake, right?
There is a price to pay for using power.
This is a rule that remains unchanged no matter what.
Unless, of course, the hook is turned on.
Just when he chose to shut up, the staff officer on the side subconsciously answered Wang Meng's question:
"Commander, it should be a recovery item."
"This kid is hiding his trump card."
"Don't we also have this kind of prop?"
"But these props are disposable."
"He shouldn't be able to use it a second time."
"There are too many corpses, he should"
The words are not finished yet.
In the picture, in mid-air, the white light seemed to be chasing the mutants, repeating the previous impact again.
The target is the slowest second-level attacker.
"Soul screams!"
In an instant, the realm of death unfolded again.
It seems that the killing is too slow.
After Lin An absorbed the mutant soul, he simply held the Blood Annihilation and his body flashed.
"Sword prison!"
The endless blade is slashed with psychic energy.
Flesh and blood were torn apart, and sword light spread across the battlefield.
Bloody sword shadows tore through the tide of corpses.
Approaching the speed of sound, the entire tide of corpses seemed to be enveloped by endless sword shadows.
When the speed reached its extreme, the figure holding the sword and "chasing" the mutants left an afterimage in the screen.
Sword light is everywhere.
Whenever a sword is pierced through the tide of corpses and approaching the gathered mutants, the invisible soul scream will be activated instantly.
Blank, blank.
The tide of corpses, as dense as ants, was torn open hundreds of meters wide from time to time.
When fighting becomes art.
Like a waltz of murder.
There was dead silence in the conference room.
Wang Meng looked at the scene in silence. For the first time in so many years, he felt fear.
Chapter completed!