ocean-life Chapter 72 Gravity Crushing!
Chapter 72 Gravity Crushing!
Purple ripples exploded out of Jiang Ming's center without warning.
There was no explosion of light, no deafening thunder.
There was only a dull "humming" sound, as if the air had been sucked out in an instant and then filled with tons of seawater.
Within a radius of ten meters.
Gravity, five times.
The plain wolf, which had been leaping into the air and opening its blood-red maw to pounce on Wang Yang's throat, suddenly paused in mid-air.
Followed by.
boom!
The beast, weighing over 100 pounds, was slammed to the ground as if by an invisible giant hand, crashing down at a speed even faster than when it was pouncing.
The tiles cracked.
Gravel flew everywhere.
Before the plain wolf could even let out a scream, its spine cracked with a series of popping sounds, and its entire body was pressed firmly to the ground. Its limbs were spread out in a starfish shape, and its internal organs were violently compressed, causing black blood mixed with fragments to spurt from its mouth and nose.
There's more than one.
The seven or eight plains wolves within the encirclement all went to their dens at the same time.
The scene was extremely bizarre and shocking.
One second the wolf pack was ferocious and swift, ready to tear the three of them to shreds, and the next second they were like slime monsters with their bones removed, stuck to the ground, unable to move.
Only a gurgling sound, as if something was being choked, came from his throat.
"Holy crap?"
Wang Yang, holding the Blazing Battle Axe, remained frozen in place, maintaining his chopping posture.
He felt as if he were carrying two sacks of rice on his shoulders, his movements became sluggish, and his breathing became somewhat labored, but compared to the wolves on the ground whose eyes were bulging from the weight, this burden was like a tickle.
It seems this is the judgment mechanism of the [Gravity Spell].
The caster is immune to spell damage; friendly units suffer minor aftereffects, while enemy units suffer full suppression.
"Don't just stand there!"
Jiang Ming's voice came through the mask, carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.
My mental energy is rapidly depleting.
A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my brain, as if someone were stirring my brain with a spoon.
Maintaining this level of control skill was burning through his already dwindling mental energy every second.
"kill!"
Jiang Ming raised his black iron sword and took a step forward.
The heavy metal combat boots slammed against the floor beside the wolf's head, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.
He held the sword hilt upside down with both hands, aiming it at the plains wolf at his feet, which was still struggling frantically, trying to stand up against five times the force of gravity.
puff.
The broad blade sliced through the wolf's neck as easily as cutting tofu, pinning it to the broken tiles.
Blood spurted out, splattering onto the silver-white greaves.
"Dry!"
Wang Yang suddenly came to his senses, the red light in his eyes intensifying.
This kind of opportunity to shoot at a fixed target is something you might only encounter a few times in your lifetime.
He swung his blazing battle axe in both hands and brought it down hard on the head of the plains wolf that had just bitten him.
Click.
The axe blade embedded itself in the skull, the intense heat instantly scorching the flesh and producing a sizzling sound.
"Die! Die, you bastard!"
Wang Yang acted like a madman, swinging his axe one after another.
The vampire fang ring was frantically absorbing life force, and the wound on his thigh that had been torn open earlier was stopping bleeding and scabbing over at a speed visible to the naked eye.
the other side.
Li Bin didn't waste any words.
The [Venomous Piercer] in his hand turned into streaks of green afterimages.
Each shot precisely pierced the eye socket or ear canal of a plains wolf.
Toxin injection.
Even under the pressure of gravity, the wolves began to convulse violently, foaming at the mouth, and died completely within seconds.
In just five seconds.
The situation in the hall underwent a dramatic reversal.
What was originally a slaughterhouse for predators instantly became their burial ground.
Outside.
The wolf pack that was about to rush in stopped abruptly.
Animals have more acute instincts than humans.
They cannot see gravity, but they can sense the terrifying death aura emanating from that area.
That's an absolute no-go zone.
Going in means death.
"Awooo..."
A smaller plains wolf tucked its tail between its legs, let out a whimper, and turned to run away.
Fear is contagious.
Once you have the first one, you'll have the second.
The dark figures that had been blocking the entrance quickly dispersed like the receding tide, leaving behind only a mess and more than a dozen wolf carcasses.
Jiang Ming felt like the string in his brain was about to snap.
"receive."
He gave a low shout.
The purple halo vanished instantly.
The suffocating sense of oppression in the air vanished without a trace.
Wang Yang felt a sudden lightness in his body and almost dropped the axe.
"Huff... huff..."
He was panting heavily, covered in blood, some from wolves and some from his own body.
"Cool!"
Wang Yang wiped the blood off his face, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and his smile was as ferocious as a villain's.
"Old Jiang, what kind of move was that? It was fucking awesome! Those bastards were crushed into mincemeat!"
Li Bin sheathed his spear and pushed up his glasses, which had slipped slightly off his nose.
His eyes behind the glasses were fixed on Jiang Ming.
Shock, confusion, fervor.
A mix of emotions.
As a data analysis specialist, he understood better than Wang Yang what that scene meant.
Scope control.
Group suppression.
This is not the kind of approach players should be using these days.
While everyone else is still fighting with table legs, Jiang Ming has already started playing magic?
The difference can no longer be explained by simply having "better equipment".
"Skill Book"
Jiang Ming didn't offer any further explanation, simply uttering three words.
He walked to a wolf carcass, drew his sword, and flicked off the blood droplets.
The dizziness of having his brain emptied made him unsteady on his feet, but he managed to straighten his back with his strong willpower, not letting anyone see the slightest weakness.
This is what a leader is.
Even if you only have one breath left, you must stand like a tower.
Staircase entrance.
A deathly silence.
The female students who had been watching from the second floor now stared wide-eyed, like ducks being choked.
What they just witnessed completely overturned their understanding.
They don't understand what gravity magic is.
In their eyes, Jiang Ming simply stood there and pressed down with his hand, and all those vicious wolves lay on the ground, ready to be slaughtered.
What is this?
Does the word become law?
miracle?
Zhao Yanzhi stood by the railing, his compound bow creaking as he gripped it.
His face, which had been beaming with pride after drawing the purple item, was now as pale as a sheet of paper.
Just a few minutes ago.
He still thought he was capable.
Feeling that he had drawn something good, he was finally qualified to compete with Jiang Ming, or even replace him.
But now.
Looking down at the figure clad in silver armor, stepping on wolf corpses.
A deep sense of powerlessness shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.
The gap has not narrowed.
Instead, it became an insurmountable chasm.
"Did he draw another... awesome reward?"
Zhao Yanzhi's lips trembled, and his voice was so soft that only he could hear it.
He didn't want to admit it.
But the facts speak for themselves.
In front of this man, his little schemes were as laughable as a clown's tricks.