People wearing hooded cloaks were the standard outfit of the Qing Rin team before this operation.
In the chaotic scene, more than a dozen people wearing the same cloak could be seen.
As for the other people present, they should be people who were originally in Swadani City.
Some of them are telekinesis users, most likely professional hunters.
And the remaining people are not ordinary people.
Although they don't know their abilities, judging from the combat skills they displayed in the melee, they should be amateur hunters with good martial arts skills.
If it were an ordinary citizen, he would have been lying on the ground long before the fighting started.
However, the culprits who caused the huge commotion were not the members of the Qinglin Team, nor were they these skilled hunters.
Rather, they are various derivatives of the mind space that are catalyzed by imagination, most of which are unknown organisms with huge sizes and deformed shapes.
They rampage through the streets, attacking outsiders wildly.
The advantages brought by its size alone can create destructive power that cannot be underestimated.
In this thought space...
All existence can be distinguished into two types.
One is a real existence and the other is a false existence.
The street at this moment.
Cars that could be seen everywhere were changed beyond recognition, overturned to the ground, or burst into flames.
Tall buildings on both sides of the street.
Some were seriously damaged and were on the verge of collapse.
Some have begun to tilt and tilt, as if they will collapse into ruins in the next second.
The smooth road is already riddled with holes.
Fire, dust, smoke.
The doomsday-like scene is exactly the environment created after the fierce collision between reality and falsehood.
Moyu's clone stepped into the battle circle.
In such a chaotic battle, with his gray body, he was just an inconspicuous existence at this moment.
Then, he set his sights on a member of Team Seirin wearing a cloak.
"..."
After a moment of dead silence, Moyu's clone's feet turned into shadows and merged with the ground. Then, like a ghost, they silently came behind the Qinglin team member.
The member of the Qing Rin team with a sharp knife in his hand was unaware that he was dealing with an extremely hard ball.
The ball is at least more than five meters in diameter. Due to the lack of color rendering, it is difficult to determine the specific material.
However, based on the prism structure characteristics of the giant sphere, we can basically conclude that it is a diamond.
"No wonder it's so hard!"
This is the true inner thought of the members of Team Qing Rin.
"How could anyone materialize such a thought?"
This is another true inner thought of a member of Team Qing Rin.
No matter how many thoughts he has at the moment, he must get rid of this giant diamond ball that is entangled with him as soon as possible.
Because after excluding the large number of ordinary people who will only directly become the spiritual nourishment of the mind space, there are still many professional hunters and amateur hunters in Swadani City.
This group is far from being comparable to ordinary people in terms of combat power and spiritual will.
What the Qinglin team needs to do now is to take advantage of the advantages brought by the "mind space" and eliminate as many people as possible who can be active in the "mind space" for a long time.
Only in this way can the duration of the "mind space" be extended to the maximum extent, thereby holding back the Hunter Association's combat power.
Everything is designed to contribute to the communication environment of the "bog man phenomenon".
"Too much time wasted on your broken ball!"
The members of the Qing Rin team holding sharp knives had cold eyes.
There is such a melee here, but their strength is undoubtedly the strongest, so it is only a matter of time before this place is cleared.
Driven by the members of the Qinglin Team, the sharp knife entwined with telekinesis broke through the air and stabbed the giant diamond. The sharp end was wrapped with a power like the tail flame of a comet.
This blow was quite unstoppable.
Regrettably--
The sharp and powerful knife failed to hit the giant diamond.
Because the copy of Moyu slashed the neck of this member of the Qing Rin Team with a wave of his hand.
There was a scoffing sound.
The huge heads of the members of the Qing Rin Team flew into the sky, and the broken brim of their hat floated to the ground like rags.
"W-what...!?"
The head flying into the air looked at Moyu who kept waving his hands with wide eyes.
He understood something instantly, with a look of anger and unwillingness on his face.
Then——
The head of this lifeless member of the Qing Rin Team, together with his body, shattered into gray fragments that filled the sky, and then disappeared.
And where the gray fragments flew, there were fine cracks that were invisible to the naked eye.
After killing a member of Team Qing Rin with just one blow, Moyu's clone looked at the nearby fat professional hunter.
Swish——!
The copy of Moyu seemed to be a life-threatening ghost, and with an extremely precise timing, it flashed in front of this fat professional hunter.
At this moment, the fat professional hunter was trying to block the enemy's attack, so his old strength was exhausted and new strength was not yet born.
Immediately afterwards, the fat professional hunter saw the copy of Moyu suddenly appeared in front of him.
Before he could react, his eyes went dark.
But it was Moyu's clone that punched the head of this fat professional hunter.
From the moment he stepped onto the battlefield to the present, in just five seconds, Moyu's clone killed two telepathic users one after another.
Despite this, Moyu's clone had no intention of giving up.
His gray eyes moved slightly and looked at the next target.
This look was like a death stare.
In the melee.
Although more than a dozen members of the Qing Rin team fought independently, they were able to take the lead in the melee.
It can be seen that their strength is indeed the strongest in this melee.
Regardless of whether they were professional hunters or amateur hunters, or even the "objects of thought" created by the thought space, they were eliminated one by one under their fierce offensive.
"There are no noteworthy opponents."
A muscular man in a cloak casually crushed the head of a professional hunter with one hand, and then looked sideways at the battle going on around him.
From the beginning of the clearing operation to now, half of the targets have been cleared out by them.
So far, among all the hostile targets, including these "objects of thought" with average strength, there is no obvious opponent.
"Let's warm up."
The muscular man thought so and continued his killing spree.
But he didn't notice...
There is an eerie and hard-to-find gray god of death, quickly shuttled through the chaotic battlefield, quietly but powerfully harvesting all outsiders in the mental space.
When the muscular man realized something was wrong, four of the dozen members he led were left...
"what happened?!"
In shock, the muscular man finally noticed the copy of Moyu who had gone crazy to death.
He just happened to see the process of Moyu's clone killing a companion in a crisp and neat way, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.
It is a thought object in human form...
the other side.
Moyo and Pyorn were already in position at the edge of the battle circle.
"You are... going crazy."
Pyoern looked at Moyo beside him with strange eyes.
She could clearly see the behavior of the clones killing randomly in the battle circle.
Simply cold and cruel...
It made her feel like she got to know Moyo again.
"that's not me."
Moyu opened his mouth to correct Pjorn's statement.
"No, that's you."
Pyorn said very firmly.
In her opinion, the clone's behavior and behavior were completely replicas of Moyu.
