Although he came down to pass time, he still had to put on a show. The smell of marsh gas was not harmful except for being a little pungent.
Even the green mist from the coffin dew could not hurt him, let alone the marsh gas.
The toxins of the marsh gas must have affected the hand shells. After being immersed in the marsh gas for a long time, the attitude of these hand shells that avoided Wu Sizhen gradually changed. Instead, they rushed straight at him.
"No way, this hand shell has been damaged by the marsh gas.”
Wu Sizhen had originally only wanted to kill a few of the terracotta warriors to pass the time, but the situation had become unfavorable.
In the environment of marsh gas, this sword could not exert its greatest effect. After all, if the fire was released, the tidal flat would probably collapse.
The human hand shells that were agitated by the marsh gas pounced toward Wu Sizhen fearlessly, and even the power of the terracotta warriors increased a little.
Wu Sizhen casually waved a few sword Qi, and the leather figurines were broken like weeds.
However, even if the skin figurines were broken, the parasitic human hand shells might not die. After swinging his sword a few times, Wu Sizhen discovered that the skin figurines with broken arms, legs, or even their waists would be parasitized by new human hand shells. After the broken limbs fell to the ground, they would quickly stand up again and become a new fighting force.
As more and more of these skin figurines were being chopped down, Wu Sizhen felt a little confined for a moment. If he could set a fire here, he wouldn't be forced into a corner by these human shells.
He didn't know that the sea cockroach had sucked the blood and had been slashed by Wu Sizhen's sword. Scarlet blood rubbed his face.
The concentration of the marsh gas underground was getting higher and higher, and the eyes of these hand shells were also red. Although they did not have the upper hand, Wu Sizhen did not move half a step and continued to kill the hand shells.
The more Wu Tianzhen and Fatty watched from above, the more frightened they became. The marsh gas below had already completely blurred Wu Sizhen's figure. Every time he swung his sword, they could only find his position through the marsh gas cut by the sword qi.
"It's going to explode down there."
Liu Sang gulped at the entrance of the cave and said. Because of his superior hearing, he could hear that the sword qi was slashing too fast. When the marsh gas reached a certain concentration, this speed would cause flames to appear.
Once this place exploded, not only this hole, but even the nearby tidal flat might also collapse.
However, Wu Tianzhen couldn't shout down. After all, shouting at the situation below was undoubtedly distracting Wu Sizhen.
After the muddy marsh gas, a red light was cut open. Liu Sang immediately heard the sizzling sound of the flames about to burn.
"Get down quickly. It's going to explode down there.”
Liu Sang suddenly shouted, and the few of them suddenly prostrated themselves. A huge explosion sounded under the entire beach, and the ground under their feet began to tremble.
"Let's go, this place will collapse soon.”
Wu Sizhen didn't expect that the blade would produce flames because of the speed of the sword swing. When a red light lit up in front of his eyes, he was surprised that there was no burning feeling.
Even the loud explosion in his ears was only a sound to Wu Sizhen.
The marsh gas explosion with him as the center turned the entire underground palace of King Nan Hai into a sea of fire.
The leather figurines were flammable, and most of the hand shells could not escape the explosion. All kinds of corpses flew everywhere.
Everything in front of him was burning. Wu Sizhen stretched out his hand. Obviously, even his clothes were not spared. However, the strange thing was that all the flames disappeared as soon as they came into contact with his skin.
Wu Sizhen raised his arm and took a closer look. Compared to the fire resistance of his skin, it was more like his body was constantly devouring flames.
The oxygen in the underground palace was limited. After the explosion formed by the marsh gas, the flames would not burn for long because there was no flammable substance below.
Moreover, Wu Sizhen's body was more like a human-shaped self-moving firearm. The fire below had been extinguished before the top of the underground palace had collapsed, leaving only a burnt smell on the ground.
Wu Sizhen's back and the side of his neck felt a stinging pain. He could vaguely feel that the tattoo was burning.
The tidal flat above the underground palace could not withstand such a violent explosion at all, and now it began to gradually collapse. Wu Sizhen did not have time to observe the discomfort on his body and quickly stepped on the falling gravel and jumped up.
He wasn't afraid of explosions, but burying him alive was better.
Just as he was walking up, a sweet and familiar voice sounded in his mind.
Congratulations to the host for approaching the exterior of the South Sea King's underground palace. It is now 5 p. m. The host is advised to clock in as soon as possible to avoid missing the time.
The timing was quite good. Wu Sizhen muttered in his heart as he rushed out.
"Punch in."
You have successfully finished your work. Congratulations to the host for completing your work on time.
The gift pack for this time was the Thunder Listening Skill.
Wu Tianzhen looked at the collapsing underground palace in a daze. They had been forcefully taken away from that area after the explosion.
Wu Sizhen had not come out from below. No matter how strong he was usually, almost no one could escape from such an explosion.
Moreover, the entire area had collapsed. Even if Wu Sizhen could survive the explosion, the collapse would bury him alive.
The young man also stared at the collapsed place with a deep gaze.
Liu Sang's eyes widened in surprise. With his hearing, he could hear Wu Sizhen's jumping sound clearly.
"He seems to be…Not dead yet."
When Liu Sang said this hesitantly, Wu Sizhen jumped out of the collapsed sand and stones, half-naked.
His golden eyes and hair had a hint of gold in them. The black bird on his back had also turned blood-red from the flames.
For a moment, the young man looked at Wu Sizhen in a daze.
Whether it was luck or strength, Wu Sizhen's figure was almost comparable to a Remnant.
Unless it was a god, it was impossible for anyone to survive such conditions.
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