"The thunder system is the legendary thunder system!" Someone in the crowd let out a hoarse shout.

This scream awakened the inexplicable horror Bao Long and Kang Zhengyuan. They didn't care about Gong Yuanhang or the slaves who were running away. They immediately retreated behind the crowd, waved their hands and ordered loudly, "Why are you still standing there? Get in! Come on together and kill him!"

Everyone came to their senses, hesitated for a few moments and rushed forward together, trying to strangle Dou Heng together. This kid is actually the thunder system with the strongest attack power, and he is at level three high-level when triggered! It's so damn great! However, no matter how you go against the will, we are afraid that we can't control you if we join forces? Everyone thought of it at the same time.

But imagination is often very different from reality. When they rush forward, they truly realize what is the "power of heaven and earth, unstoppable."

Although it was the first time to trigger a superpower, it was easy for Dou Heng, who had been trained by his family as a murder weapon since he was a child and had already been engraved in his bones. He did not have to explore or adapt at all, and he knew how to use his abilities through instinct. His arms were stretched out, his five fingers were blunt, and then he gently grasped them. A silver-white lightning flash broke out from his palm, like a dragon, pounced on the dozen people who were attacking towards him with an unstoppable force.

The crackling electric current was introduced into the body of the first person, and then quickly drilled out, connecting with others, spreading wildly in the crowd. Just one lightning bolt knocked everyone over to the ground, and the few people who rushed to the front were electrocuted into charred corpses, emitting the fragrance of roasted skin and flesh. The others twitched their hands and feet, foaming at the mouth, and had lost their power of movement.

Gong Xiangyi came back to her senses the moment Dou Heng woke up, and quickly summoned three psychics, lifted Gong's father away, and withdrew from Dou Heng's battle circle. Gong's father was still vomiting blood. Gong Xiangyi wanted to take him away, but she did not dare to touch him at all, afraid of hurting him. Dou Heng was still driven crazy like in his previous life. Without Wenbo, Haoran, and Gong Lixin, who could stop him this time? Holding Gong's father's hand trembled constantly, Gong Xiangyi fell into unprecedented fear.

Bao Long and Kang Zhengyuan were no less fear than Gong Xiangyi. The two roared at the communicator and summoned their subordinates who were ambushing at the entrance to rescue him quickly with guns. At this moment, they regretted it very much, and deeply hated that they had to pick up Gong Lixin's people today. You must know that most of his people are top experts, and they will definitely be able to kill Dou Heng when they fight to the point of losing both sides, and they can easily control the situation.

Unfortunately, it is hard to buy regret medicine for a thousand dollars, but it is hard to buy a thousand dollars. Now, the two of them can only save themselves.

They rarely participate in battles. Although the two are of low level, they are very unfamiliar in their moves and are not Dou Heng's opponent at all. Bao Long rushed out a series of wind blades and greeted Dou Heng, whose pupils were constantly flowing with deep purple light. Dou Heng approached the two with expressionless expressions, and his body was covered with small silver-white currents. When the wind blade hit the current, it dissipated with a bang, as if hitting an invisible wall, which posed no threat to Dou Heng.

Seeing this, Kang Zhengyuan covered the ground with one hand, turning the beach under Dou Heng's feet into a piece of quicksand to prevent him from continuing to move forward.

After taking a few steps, his legs and feet fell into extremely soft quicksand and could not be pulled out. Dou Heng's purple eyes were dark and he looked at Kang Zhengyuan. Kang Zhengyuan was shocked and retracted his hand and was about to escape, but suddenly a flash of lightning appeared above his head, which instantly split him into a ball of coke.

Seeing this, Bao Long no longer cared about the battle, so he turned around and ran away. Dou Heng curled his lips slightly, and raised his hand and a lightning bolt chased Bao Long. The lightning bolt was very thin and the current was not strong, so it was not enough to kill someone, so it could only make people temporarily paralyzed. Thinking of the extreme insults that this person had previously verbally insulted the young man, he didn't want this person to die too happily.

Bao Long had just fallen and his reinforcements arrived. More than thirty psychics saw the purple-eyed man wrapped in the silver current, and all his breathing was suffocated, and they did not dare to take another step forward.

"Shoot, kill him!" Someone shouted, and the group of people all raised their guns and swept them wildly. The current running around Dou Heng's body became thicker and brighter, wrapping him into a silver ball of light, almost fighting against the scorching sun hanging in the sky. The bullet hit the ball of light, making a ping-pangling metal collision sound.

More than 30 people pulled the trigger and kept moving, but they all turned their heads and could not look directly at the light ball in front of them. When the bullets were exhausted, the light ball gradually dimmed, revealing Dou Heng's cold but wild face. His jaw was slightly raised, and his mysterious purple eyes did not contain a trace of the emotions that humans should have. He looked at the group of people coldly, as if he was staring at dead bodies.

"Run!" Seeing that the person who should have been beaten into meat paste was not hurt, someone shouted, then turned around and escaped with a life-threatening escape. It seemed like a mechanism was triggered, and the other people in the stagnant and stiff immediately scattered and ran wildly.

Dou Heng raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to bring lightnings and bombarded the group of people. A million volts of high voltage current hitting people would produce a high temperature of more than 3,000 degrees. The person who was directly hit instantly turned into ashes. The person affected suddenly fell to the ground and his whole body was charred. In just a few breaths, more than 30 people were killed completely, leaving only a corpse with no human form.

Dou Heng closed his eyebrows and stepped out of the quicksand step by step. No, it was no longer quicksand, but a layer of crystal that was roasted into glass by the high-pressure current in his body. The crystal was inlaid with a full bullet, and he made a crackling moan under his steps. He slowly walked to the rock where the clothes were placed. He first reached out to knead his pocket, fumbled the shape of the candy in his pocket, and a touch of peace was slid in his eyes. Then he put on the clothes one by one, and then walked towards Gong Xiangyi and the others.

Seeing Dou Heng, who was like a god of killing, approaching him, Gong Xiangyi burst into tears and got up to block her father. In the space, she could not accommodate any living things except the psychics herself. She could not hide her father, so she could only face it with a thorny forehead. The three psychics who supported Gong's father gently placed him on the beach, resolutely stepped forward a few steps, and faced Dou Heng with expressionless face. If Gong Shao came back and knew that they could not protect the leader, what kind of face would they still live?

But unexpectedly, Dou Heng's cold purple eyes actually overflowed with a gentle light, and the current on his body went from thick to thin, and then completely disappeared. He spread his hands, signaling that he had no intention of attack, and said in a slightly hoarse and low voice, "I won't hurt you, take Chief Gong back first, he needs treatment."

The murderous aura in the sky instantly dissipated invisible, making Gong Xiangyi and others stunned on the spot, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time. Shouldn't Dou Heng fall into madness and then wash the Changshe Island? What is this? Gong Xiangyi blinked and her mind was in chaos. What she didn't know was that Dou Heng in the previous life lost his dignity and broke his pride. Living to him was just endless despair, so he finally abandoned everything and chose to die with the world. However, in this life, because of Gong Lixin's intervention, he was still dignified and proud, with a living belief and hope in his heart, and a person to protect, so he naturally wanted to live well.

When Gong Xiangyi woke up, she turned around and looked back, but saw that Dou Heng had carefully picked up Gong's father and ran towards the island smoothly and quickly. She quickly threw away her doubts and followed quickly.

Standing on the cliff, it was clear that no one of Bao Long and Kang Zhengyuan's other subordinates dared to provoke Dou Heng. Wherever he passed, the crowd retreated, and the running slaves calmed down and stood on the edge of the beach to watch. The situation on Changshe Island, which was about to fall into a disintegration, was suppressed by the extremely cold man in front of him.

In the infirmary of the East District Cyber, the military doctor was giving him a first aid to Gong's father who was vomiting blood and fell into a coma. Everyone had fainted, but his brows were still frowning and tightly, and low moans were overflowing from time to time. It was obvious that the pain was very severe. The military doctor had to inject him with a puff of Du Lengding. Seeing that his brows gradually relaxed and blood was no longer overflowing from the corners of his mouth, he wiped a cold sweat all over his head. If something happened to the leader, he would not be able to explain to Gong Shao.

Gong Xiangyi sat with Gong's father all the way, her fair cheeks were wet with tears. She grabbed Gong's father's hand tightly and did not dare to let go of it for a minute.

Outside the infirmary, Dou Heng lowered his eyebrows and eyes, spread his right palm, and played with a silver-white light ball expressionlessly. The light ball was very bright, burning eyes, and constantly making crackling electric shocks. The huge energy contained in it could be felt by Mr. Lin, who had no power, could feel it.

Lin Mao was holding a crutch and looked solemn. Sometimes he looked at the closed door of the infirmary, sometimes he looked at Dou Heng, who was silent and standing like a pine tree. His eyes roamed on Dou Heng's deep purple pupils, and he secretly missed it in his heart. This man was actually a thunder psychic genius in thousands, and from his deep and pure pupils, his level was definitely not low. Such a person has always been unknown and driven by slaves. God really likes to fool people! However, he is not from the East District, so he doesn't know what his position is.

Thinking of this, Lin Mao smiled kindly and asked, "Sir, thank you for saving Yuanhang. Are you?"

"Dou Heng." Dou Heng raised his eyes slightly, his voice was low and hoarse, "No need to thank you, it should be." After the words, he continued to stare at the light ball in his hand and was in a daze.

His mood is now complicated and unspeakable. He is shocked, surprised, and joyful, but more of it is unparalleled satisfaction. He has imagined countless times what posture should he stand by that person if he has the ability? But imagination is ultimately imagination. Whenever he wakes up, his deep and heavy powerlessness and unwillingness will hit him, making him almost suffocate. The feeling is like falling into a bottomless abyss and never going to stand out. However, at present, all imaginations have become reality. He truly possesses strength to protect the young man and everything that the young man wants to protect.

Thinking of this, Dou Heng curled his lips, and his cold purple eyes gradually dyed a layer of soft light, like frost and snow had just begun to transform. He held his right hand tightly, and the silver-white burning ball of light rushed into his body with a hissing sound and dissipated invisible.

Seeing his perfect control over the supernatural powers, Lin Mao's slightly narrowed eyes were filled with a hint of astonishment. He chewed his words "It should" carefully, and secretly felt that this man had no malice towards the East District and let down his hangover.

The closed door of the infirmary opened gently, and the haggard Gong Xiangyi walked out with tears on her face, confronted Mr. Lin's concerned gaze, wiped off her tears immediately, and whispered, "Grandfather Lin, don't worry, dad is fine, the stomach bleeding has stopped. Now he is asleep, you go in and see him."

Lin Mao nodded and walked in with slight hands.

Gong Xiangyi looked at Dou Heng, her eyes soaked in tears were full of gratitude, and she bowed and said, "Thank you for saving my dad."

"Gong Lixin also saved me." Although it was not his life that saved, it was his dignity to heal his life.

Dou Heng finished speaking, nodded slightly, turned around and left, and met Tan Mingyuan, Wang Tao and others who were turning around quickly. His steps did not stop and walked past the group of supernatural masters. A few faint pressure overflowed from his body, not much, but it was enough to make people scary. Tan Mingyuan and others unconsciously made way out of a passage and stared at him passing by like an emperor.
Chapter completed!