"Success!"
The Titans, Shandao Buqing and others who were watching the battle had excited expressions.
The masked man was so powerful that they once thought they could not defeat him, but now it seems that they should win this battle.
Zhang Ze also let out a sigh of relief and looked at the fighting Buddha and the Demon King in the summoning space. He was glad that he had chosen the right time just now and did not let his entourage be buried with him.
He looked behind the statue and saw Elsa, Joker and others cheering.
Seeing Zhang Ze's complimentary gaze, Aisha smiled and waved vigorously, her pretty face full of excitement.
"Finally we can go to the next level of the Demonic Realm... huh?"
Zhang Ze's heart that had just been relieved suddenly rose again, because he saw that the statue of the god was shaking slightly!
"What's going on? Is this guy not dead yet?"
He was a little unbelievable. How could he survive when such a heavy statue hit him?
He immediately dropped to the ground to check, and saw a half-meter-high gap between the statue and the ground!
Through the gap, Zhang Ze saw a pool of bloody mud, which was the smashed body of the masked man!
And in the pile of flesh and blood, small blood-red hands stretched out and forcibly supported the heavy statue.
This scene is really unbelievable. Those small hands as thick as dead branches can withstand tens of thousands of tons, which seriously violates Zhang Ze's common sense.
He opened his eyes and observed carefully, and saw that in the center of those small hands, there was a beating heart. It was protected by the small hands and was not damaged at all. It was beating powerfully at the moment!
Zhang Ze's eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly understood.
"Although the masked man's body was smashed, his flesh and blood turned into these little hands to protect his heart!"
"Damn it, are you preparing for a comeback?"
Seeing the little hands getting longer and longer, the statue was slowly pushed up, and the gap was almost one meter high!
Not only that, the heart was slowly wrapped in the surrounding flesh and blood, and judging from its posture, it seemed to be regenerating!
"We must never resurrect the masked man!"
Zhang Ze immediately called everyone over to help. At the same time, he drew his bow and arrow and shot at the masked man's heart.
Unfortunately, his arrows were blocked by those little hands and could not be effective.
The giant god and others rushed over, as did Aisha and the clowns. Everyone was thinking of a solution.
"The masked man is too far away from us, more than ten meters away. Even if someone climbs in and destroys his heart, there is no way he can come out alive."
After using the knife to observe without emotion, he shook his head and said: "You will be smashed to death by the statue!"
The giant god had already rushed behind the statue, jumped hard, and tried to press down with his own weight, but it also had no effect.
A statue of tens of thousands of tons can be lifted up, and his weight is only over a hundred kilograms, which is a drop in the bucket.
Aisha still wanted to use the previous trick, using the blade to destroy the masked man's beating heart, but she no longer had enough physical strength, and even the hand holding the knife was trembling, so she was stopped by the Elf King.
"Daughter, this sword technique can only be used once a day. Excessive use will endanger your life!"
Aisha still wants to try, she can risk her life for her master.
But Zhang Ze couldn't let her go. Without saying a word, he took her and the Elf King back to the summoning space, allowing the father and daughter to recuperate.
He looked at the other followers. At this time, there were only three clowns, the Speaker of Death and the Oil Lamp Giant left here.
The clown and the spokesman of death are melee professions. Zhang Ze could only look at the oil lamp giant: "Oil lamp giant, do you have any good ideas?"
"Master, you can make a wish to me."
The Oil Lamp Giant shrugged and said, "I am your little assistant. You come up with your ideas, and I am responsible for realizing your ideas."
Zhang Ze was speechless, did this guy regard himself as a tool?
"Okay..." Zhang Ze thought for a while and made a decision: "I want to make a wish to the giant oil lamp god to increase the weight of the statue a million times!"
"Sorry Master, the statue is too big and my magic power cannot cover it."
"And I can't increase it a million times, ten thousand times at most."
The giant oil lamp god spread his hands helplessly.
"Then increase the weight of all of us ten thousand times. You can do it, right?"
"This is okay. Do you want me to do it now?"
"Wait until we get on the statue!"
Zhang Ze immediately asked everyone present to stand on top of the statue, and then shouted to the giant oil lamp: "Okay, let's start!"
"If you wish!"
The oil lamp giant clapped his hands, and powerful magic instantly enveloped everyone, and their weight began to rise linearly.
The masked man who was pressed below had now recovered half of his body, and his head had also recovered to some extent. He felt that the statue above him suddenly became heavier, and his twisted face showed a confused look.
"what happened?"
He looked up: "Why is it getting heavier and heavier? It must be the fault of those humans!"
But he didn't panic, because even if the pressure from the idol increased, he could still handle it now.
"As long as I hold on to burning incense for half a minute, my body will be able to fully recover, and I can even overthrow a mere statue of a god!"
Above the statue, everyone stood together, wondering if the masked man below had been crushed to death. Zhang Ze asked the Oil Lamp Giant to check, but there was only no change in his weight.
"Master, that guy is not dead, and his body is recovering faster!"
The oil lamp giant reported what he saw to Zhang Ze, and Zhang Ze's heart sank: "Isn't this possible?"
Their current bodies have been affected by the magic power of the Oil Lamp God and cannot be changed. Otherwise, Zhang Ze really wants to make the same wish to the Oil Lamp God again.
At this moment, someone shouted from a distance: "Giant God, Rakshasa brothers, we are coming!"
Everyone followed the sound and saw the Dragon King, Sky Melancholy and others squeezing out from the surrounding people of Binguo and running towards them, with the elephant-headed beast soldiers following behind to protect them.
"Very good!"
Zhang Ze was overjoyed and immediately shouted: "You all come up and help!"
He turned around and ordered to the Oil Lamp Giant: "When they come up, I will make a second wish to increase their weight ten thousand times!"
"Obey my master."
The Dragon King, Little Princess Money and others climbed up to the statue, and the giant god told them the situation, and everyone knew what to do.
"elder sister!"
Xiaoniaoyiren held Liu Yueying, who was still in a coma, and felt heartbroken when she saw her broken leg.
"I'm sorry Qiaowei, I didn't protect Yueying well." Zhang Ze sighed, and Xiaoniao shook his head: "I've thought about it, and I can't blame you entirely. It was all caused by the monster below! I want to take revenge on him!"
On the other side, the Oil Lamp Giant has begun to fulfill Zhang Ze's second wish. The magic power is instantly released, and the weight of Dragon King, Xiaoniaoyiren and others suddenly increases ten thousand times.
"Huh? What's going on? Why has it become heavy again!?"
The masked man was shocked. His little hands could no longer hold up!
