506: Having played all his cards, the number two is hard to kill.

As Number Eight said this, a mysterious ripple-like fluctuation suddenly spread out from him.

Gu Qinghan immediately released the Dragon Bear to resist, but that strange fluctuation passed directly through the Dragon Bear's body.

The strange ripple-like wave was very fast; after passing through the Dragon Bear, it almost instantly enveloped Gu Qinghan as well.

At the same time, Gu Qinghan's Other subordinates were also affected.

Gu Qinghan immediately checked his own condition; his vitality and mana were full, with no abnormalities.

The next moment, his subordinates swarmed forward, like piranhas smelling blood, wanting to tear Number Eight to shreds.

Number Eight didn't move; he just watched Gu Qinghan quietly.

Then, Gu Qinghan witnessed an unexpected scene.

Whether they were Death Knights, Bone Demons, or Scarlet Witches, all of them missed their targets.

Number Eight was clearly standing there, but all units couldn't touch him, as if the two sides were not on the same layer.

From Number Eight's demeanor, he clearly knew this would happen; he just waved at Gu Qinghan, then quickly ran in the direction he had decided upon.

Gu Qinghan frowned deeply; the guy's calm appearance made it seem as if he wasn't worried at all that he would cause him harm.

He wanted to chase after him, but he was surprised to find his Dragon Crow standing right beside him, and he couldn't continue riding on its back.

Parts of their bodies even overlapped, but they didn't sense each Other's presence.

This miraculous scene made Gu Qinghan's eyes change slightly; then he fiercely unleashed a skill towards Number Eight.

Number Eight, who was desperately fleeing, instantly lost his previous composure; he immediately dodged to the side.

Gu Qinghan seemed to understand something; the opponent's Holy Skill must have pulled him into a space parallel to the original world.

Battles in this space do not affect the original space; simply put, it's like two layers that don't interfere with each Other.

But currently, it seems he is on the same layer as the opponent.

Was the opponent underestimating him? Clearly impossible.

Then there's only one possibility: the opponent, when casting this Holy Skill, must drag someone else into this parallel space with him at the same time.

This is a skill similar to an absolute one-on-one, but at this moment, Number Eight was using it to escape.

After dodging Gu Qinghan's skill, Number Eight charged forward again, but quickly slowed down.

He clasped his hands together again and quickly said:

"Other, dispel!"

Gu Qinghan suddenly felt as if something around him had shattered.

It was as if a slightly ethereal filter had been broken, revealing the original clear world.

And in the distance, Number Eight's previously slowed speed rapidly increased, and then he began his escape.

At this moment, thanks to his previous actions, he had broken free from the encirclement of Gu Qinghan's subordinates and was running back in the direction he had decided upon.

"Death Judgment!"

However, because he paused for a moment, Gu Qinghan also found an opportunity to hit the opponent with Death Judgment.

This time, three black greatswords struck simultaneously.

A golden phantom suddenly appeared beside Number Eight, blocking the first two attacks for him.

But the third Death Judgment grazed his lower abdomen diagonally, opening a wound over ten centimeters long on his stomach.

A large amount of fresh blood gushed from Number Eight's wound, but he ran wildly forward as if he felt nothing.

He could feel that the distance to Number Five and Number Eight was getting closer and closer; he was really going to meet up with the two of them!

"Number Five! Number Eight! Save me!"

Number Eight shouted loudly towards the front, but suddenly felt a fatal threat from behind him.

He wanted to cast a skill, but just as he had the thought, he heard a violent roar from behind.

Then, his body was like a discarded rag doll, blown forward and tumbling out.

Number Eight rolled a few times and landed on the ground; his back was a bloody mess, and some white could even be seen from the wound.

That was his bone; the previous attack had directly gravely injured him!

In the sky, a black greatsword slowly condensed, and Gu Qinghan's figure also emerged from the black mist.

His mana was also almost depleted at this time; although Death Judgment was powerful, the mana required for continuous casting was an extremely terrifying number.

Fortunately, with this attack, Number Eight should have no chance of surviving.

Gu Qinghan didn't waste any words; the moment the black greatsword formed, he controlled it to shoot towards the fallen Number Eight.

Number Eight wanted to move, but at this moment, he couldn't move a single finger.

The violent explosion just now had caused him to temporarily lose control of his body.

Seeing the black greatsword falling, Number Eight's eyes were filled with unwillingness.

Just a little bit, just a little bit more!

At the critical moment, a mass of soft, slightly white substance suddenly appeared in front of Number Eight.

The moment these things appeared, they immediately blocked above Number Eight's body, meeting the directly descending black greatsword.

Immediately after, this white soft substance, like a trampoline, sank significantly as a whole.

And the speed of the black greatsword also infinitely approached zero, but upon closer inspection, it was slowly breaking through the defense of the white substance.

Undeniably, this thing bought Number Eight a moment of respite.

This was Number Five's skill; he was all too familiar with it!

Extreme will to survive erupted in Number Eight's eyes; he could finally control his body again, and a twisted root appeared in his hand.

The root wound and coiled, but its tip was incredibly sharp, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to have a hint of vibrant green.

This was also the last life-saving item he obtained from the wheel of destiny, and it was perfect for this moment.

He fiercely stabbed the root in his hand into his body, and then this section of the root almost instantly withered.

At the same time, Number Eight's injuries almost visibly began to heal, and in just one second, he climbed up from the ground.

He lunged forward, charging out of Death Judgment's attack range, and the very next moment, the black greatsword cut through the white soft substance's protection and directly plunged into the ground.

Number Eight let out a breath, stood up from the ground, his complexion much better.

His mana and vitality had completely recovered at this time, and his body's injuries had almost entirely disappeared.

At the same time, two figures also quickly ran over from the black mist behind him.

"Number Eight, if you hadn't been so afraid of death just now, you definitely wouldn't be in such a sorry state now."

Number Eight looked at the tattered Number Eight, his voice tinged with faint sarcasm.

"I know, but now is not the time to mock me."

Number Eight shook his head and looked back.

The black mist there slowly rippled, and Gu Qinghan's figure slowly emerged from it.

Behind him, Qian Yuanqing followed with a curious expression, observing the group with curious eyes.