Chapter 352 Passage

"Fuck you, stop shooting arrows in my eyes!"

The dust in the ruins spread like a mist during the fierce battle, shrouding the ruins of the tavern. Every roar of the red tank was accompanied by a deafening roar that seemed to shake the entire wasteland.

His voice was like thunder, stirring the air and spreading throughout the canyon.

At the same time, Clint's arrows split the air in the dust, leaving behind sharp cracks of wind. The arrows shuttled between the ruins like lightning, sometimes the flashing arrow tips cut through the dust, and sometimes disappeared into the vast gray mist.

His archery skills were accurate and deadly, and every arrow he fired seemed to have an accuracy beyond common sense.

After discovering that his arrows were ineffective against Red Tank's hard skin, he immediately changed his mind and aimed at the weak spots on Red Tank's body, such as the eyes, and between the legs, etc.

"Ah - get out of here!"

"no no."

Although the red tank looked extremely angry, rampaging through the canyon like a real tank, he always inadvertently raised his head and looked at himself in the air, obviously on guard.

As more and more scars appeared on his body, Red Tank's skin emitted a faint red light, like a weak flame flickering in the dark night. His originally tall and mighty figure began to become a little sluggish, and his originally abundant strength seemed to be draining away little by little.

"An old man with hair as white as you once said that you must use magic to defeat magic."

He smiled and waved the Staff of Watum in mid-air, his movements filled with a sense of ancient magical rituals. As he waved, the Staff of Vatum emitted a faint yellow light, forming a beautiful and mysterious trajectory.

The current scene is more about dance than martial arts.

The driving and manipulation of the Watum's Staff does not require much foundation. These artifacts specially thrown out by the devil for fun have been considered for people who do not know magic, so the threshold for use is very low.

As he spoke, he took out a communicator from his pocket and prepared to make a call.

Electric light flashed around him, forming an impenetrable barrier. Every time the red tank tried to break through this electric barrier, he encountered stronger resistance, and the power contained in the storm was about to defeat him.

The eagle's eyes were caught on the cliff, and he raised his head and shouted to the man in the sky: "What should I do next? His skin is so thick that I need to call the Thunder Warriors over?"

As he thought, Bai Ye's movements became more and more skillful, and a mysterious atmosphere filled the air, as if the entire canyon was involved in his movements.

And as time goes by, except for demon gods like Settorak who have nothing to do in their own crimson universe, many demon gods who participated in the competition have almost forgotten that there is such a thing.

"This storm! You still say that you have nothing to do with Watum!"

With a snap, the arrow was accurately inserted into the nearby cliff. Clint quickly used the hook to fly into the air, avoiding the impact of the red tank behind him.

As he moved, the entire yellow storm began to become more violent. The wind blade carved deep wounds on the red tank's hard skin like a sharp sword, and blood spattered out. The roar of the red tank became particularly loud in the storm, but was swallowed up by the wind.

Bai Ye was suspended in mid-air, holding the staff of Watum high.

Clint stood on the cliff and witnessed this scene with a hint of wonder.

"Come back, Clint!"

The figure of the red tank loomed in the yellow storm. He struggled to stay standing, but in the face of this mysterious force, he seemed small and powerless. The pressure released by the yellow storm made it difficult for him to breathe, and the whole world was exerting great pressure on him.

Bai Ye touched his chin and thought for a moment, then took a deep breath, waved the Staff of Watum in his hand, and released a stream of light. This energy passed through the mist of dust and pointed directly at the battlefield in the ruins.

The red tank struggled hard, but the power of the yellow storm continued to invade, binding him tightly and not allowing him a chance to breathe.

The red tank jumped into the air, leaving a blurry figure in the air with its huge body. He could only roar while watching the gray-haired old archer go away from him.

Bai Ye shook her head at him and motioned for him to stop. He looked at the red tank with a determined look and said to Clint, "No, I'll take care of it."

The figure of the red tank, with an arrow stuck in its eye socket, roared and writhed in the ruins. Its huge fist was like a violent storm, causing a violent wave with every swing. Dust flew everywhere under his impact, making it difficult to see where he and Clint were.

As a red tank, he can indeed be literally "unstoppable" after a collision, but this kind of brute force is often blocked by various slippery things.

And Eagle Eye didn't try to kill this big, thick-skinned man at once. He seemed to know that he couldn't do it, so he just kept walking in circles among the ruins.

And you are the only audience.

Although the ruins are filled with chaotic battlefield scenes, they contain a wonderful sense of beauty. The fierce roar of the red tank and the sound of Clint's arrows intertwined to form a passionate symphony.

Bai Ye's expression was still calm. He was silently mobilizing the power of Watum's staff and controlling the entire rhythm of the storm. The wind blades tumbled in the air, spinning like a yellow tornado, trapping Red Tank in it, making it difficult for him to escape.

The red tank was struggling to move forward in the storm. At this time, he only felt a strong sense of oppression, as if the whole world was exerting huge force on him. His charge was blocked by the yellow storm, and no matter how hard he tried to move forward, it was like struggling in a bottomless quagmire.

Looking down from the sky during the white night, I felt the energy fluctuations permeating the ruins.

Magic is scary.

Clint Barton is no match for Red Tank, he knows this, and so do the two men fighting below.

Clint heard Bai Ye's call and turned around without hesitation to shoot a specially made hook arrow.

As he waved, the magical energy released by the Watum's Staff gradually gathered in mid-air, forming a powerful yellow storm. The storm rotated, making a low roar, and the sky and earth changed color.

This battle no longer requires his intervention, because Bai Ye is using astonishing power to engage in an extraordinary duel with the red tank.

The red light gradually weakened, and the passage of power made him more and more tired. His huge body gradually lost its former majesty under the pressure of the yellow storm.

His low roar echoed in the canyon, like a wounded beast that was cornered by a hunter and was experiencing its final struggle.

Thanks to the book friend Mourning Wu Huaxia for the reward