The vast majority of droplets that were thrown away did not have time to hit the ground, and were directly crushed or even catalytically evaporated by the extreme force roaring back and forth in the room.
The entire room instantly turned into a boiler with full power. The boiling air expanded rapidly, and the next second, there was a second explosion.
The floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the bedroom leading to the terrace could not withstand the air pressure in this small space and shattered. The drawn curtains were wrapped with glass fragments and twisted alloy frames, as if swept by a storm, blown down to the lower deck and the sea beyond.
There were two blood donors who were originally lying near the floor-to-ceiling windows. They were also swept up by the impact of the storm and slid against the ground against the reinforced glass fence of the terrace. Fortunately, the reinforced glass of the fence was of excellent quality and they were able to escape in the relatively open space. The space actually remained relatively intact, preventing these two unlucky guys from getting home...
After the storm wind blew out of the house, it was the air flow from the sea that poured back in, mixed with moist water vapor. The clouds outside are getting lower and lower, almost connecting to the sea, and it seems that it may pour down at any time.
To those in the eye of the storm, these are meaningless details.
However, with such momentum, it is inevitable to fall out of the circle.
Not to mention the chaos on the lower deck on this side, the gunshots and explosions that rang out from the senior suites on the bow of the ship instantly pushed a large number of so-called upper-class people in this area into the idea of being victimized by "encountering terrorist activities" .
Panic and confusion quickly spread.
Compared with this kind of imaginary commotion caused by fragmented information, the Abyss Zone's shift from restraint to unrestrained explosion is obviously more intuitive for some people.
Again, for extraordinary species, a mere Emerald Light is too small.
Everyone could still pretend not to know about the first wave of battles. When this sudden escalation of strong hedging appeared, many extraordinary species who had been confused by Ronan's endless scriptures couldn't help but feel refreshed. They all project their feelings here, which is called an upright person.
Especially some of the spiritual ones.
In fact, some B-class mental side can also sense this kind of movement, but they are limited by their ability, or they are directly frightened back by the dangerous environment where extraordinary thoughts gather together.
There is no doubt that attention is also a distraction.
It's just normal. Now Wang Yong's mind is fluctuating due to continuous variables, and his thoughts are inevitably changing again.
Once scattered.
Bad luck... However, this power operation mode is so familiar!
Who is coming?
Regardless of the reason, Wang Yong's dazzling attitude really left Takar a space and time to stretch.
Takar did seize this opportunity... let's just say it's him!
The body, which is far more majestic than ordinary people, is driven by that explosive force, like a bow string that vibrates wildly when it is released after it is fully drawn, without caring about any damage, it suddenly stretches out.
There was blood in his ears, nose, and mouth, and his eyeballs were even more blood-red. It was obvious that bearing such a force that exceeded the limits of the human body was a huge burden on his body.
But the fact is that he can withstand this power without dying, which proves that he has the qualifications to struggle for survival.
His mouth was still open, and there was still no discernible sound coming from his throat. There were only muffled sounds that directly compressed the air and forcibly broke Wang Yong's control area.
It was like a thunder roaring in my ears.
Earlier than the thunder, there was the flying lightning.
It's just that this wave of electric fire no longer pierced Wang Yong's back, but burst out directly from Takar's body.
This time, even if Wang Yong is a fool, he can finally capture the familiar feeling and transform it into a solid concept:
Electromagnetic direction... Jintong!
Wait, Takar seems to be electromagnetic too?
Useful and useless thoughts were constantly intertwining and influencing each other, and in this dazed moment, Thakar was already wrapped in a dazzling electric chain and charged forward like a mad bull, heading straight into Wang Yong's palace area.
It has to be said that Thakar's control of power is extremely rough, and there are some subtleties and ambiguities in the levels, but the power he carries at this time has indeed posed a substantial threat to Wang Yong.
Wang Yong's eyes were cold. He punched back, raised his elbows, and raised his knees. His perfect control allowed him to effectively mobilize the energy and blood of his whole body even in the smallest changes. It looked like defense, but in fact he used defense as offense. The perfectly synchronized intervention and control power on the material and spiritual levels dispelled Takar's strong and unfocused initial impact, and he took advantage of the trend to counterattack and move forward.
When the raised knee fell, the entire bedroom floor vibrated and deformed like waves, making the room look even worse. But the electric chain that came towards him was like running water, passing over the edge of Wang Yong's rock-like defensive force field. Even if a small part penetrated,
It only slightly paralyzed half of his body.
Wang Yong, on the other hand, used his steps to mobilize the gathered energy and blood, which blended with the turbulence he had conquered in the abyss. With latent explosive power, he struck Takar hard in the side with a side hook.
This punch was extremely cruel. Once it hit, Thakar's body felt like an electric shock. His body twitched and swayed, and his lower left side ribs were immediately shattered. The explosive sound that erupted from his wide-open mouth was also cut off by the blood foam he choked out.
After succeeding with one blow, Wang Yong frowned.
Because of the force of his punch, there was an undue "sideslip" in the second half.
Takar's previous "jumping swing" was essentially like a slippery loach, which cleverly eliminated the heavy damage that would have completely dislocated his internal organs. The body was still leaning sideways, just missing Wang Yong.
This should have nothing to do with Jintong or electromagnetic tendencies, but comes from the yoga foundation of traditional practice in the subcontinent.
This time, it was completely Takar's instinct, and he had indeed reached the limit of what he could handle. His blood-red eyes had lost focus, and his mind was completely confused.
And the direction in which he fell was exactly where Tu Ge was.
The entire bedroom is so big, especially the area at the end of the bed, and the "blood donors" placed by the wall. Wang Yong, Tu Ge and Takar are all extremely strong people. The three of them are piled here. Fill the area to the brim. Except for the moment when Takal breaks through the wall, all other actions must be carried out within a few inches...
After all, old Els isn't quite dead yet, is he?
Takal's mistake was indeed to hit Tuge's back. The electric light on his body flickered, and he still looked very bluffing. Wang Yong turned back and grabbed Takar's vest again.
At this opportunity, Wang Yong glanced in front of Tuge, and saw that this strong man, who was still stronger than him, just pinched the bright red tumor in his palm, and then exerted force.
With an indescribable strange sound, Tu Ge forcibly crushed the entire mass of sarcoma into blood and pulp, and burst out from between his fingers.
Some of them hit Takar directly on the face, leaving a bloody mess.
"It's so cruel... but it still counts?"
Wang Yong naturally flashed such thoughts.
But in the next moment, a sharp and ear-piercing roar erupted, filled with the meaning of madness and chaos - the source of the explosion was precisely in Tuge's palm.