"It's been seven hundred years. Do you know how many methods I have used? But it doesn't work at all. Many people are as confident as you. But when they come into contact with my spirit, they collapse directly. Why do you think you can do it?"

"Those people don't really understand what's going on with you. They always think that you are controlled by some kind of external mind. But in fact, you really look down on yourself too much. A dragon will not spend energy specifically controlling an ant. For the Three Palace Demon, perhaps this earth is an optional stone. Do you think he will notice a microorganism on the stone?"

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"No one controls you. There is no other thought in your spiritual world. You are just infected. The stronger the life form, the more aggressive its essence is. Whether it is the genetic level or the spiritual level. Because the life levels between each other are too different, when you first come into contact with the breath of the Three Palaces Demon, you are invaded. He is eroding you from multiple aspects of spiritual and **."

"Then can you solve this problem?"

"It is impossible to solve in theory. In the same sentence, the levels of life are too different, and the essential gap is immeasurable. Fortunately, there is still a glimmer of hope in terms of the indescribable distance between the three palace demons and us."

“How to do it?”

"Haha, let's not mention this for now. There are two ways to avoid being eroded. One is to kill the other party. There is no need to think about this, and the other is to strengthen yourself. This is still possible."

"I am already the strongest human being, and I cannot master any supernatural abilities."

"That's because the aura of the Three Palace Demon rejects other energy. I do have ways to make you stronger. But that comes at a price. Do you think you have reached the point where you can accept any conditions?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Nothing is available for free. To be strong yourself comes at a price. You have some time to think about it. I will know when you make up your mind."

The chaos in Gotham City continued. A guy with a garbage hood made of torn sack was using a light spray to emit some weird gas everywhere. Everyone who smelled it was frightened on his face, as if he had seen something terrible. But soon, his strong hands reached out from behind and grabbed his sprayer.

The scarecrow hadn't come back to his senses. He felt a huge force forcibly twisting the direction of the sprayer. Then he stuffed it into his head hood. The scarecrow resisted desperately. However, the opponent's power was so strong that there was no room for resistance. The remaining half of the can of gas was directly sent into his head hood. Even though the scarecrow himself had prepared to learn about the medicine, he absorbed so much poisonous gas at one time, obviously not the antidote could neutralize it. Soon the scarecrow became a member of the screaming.

A low spell came not far away, and invisible fluctuations spread among the crowd. The crowd on the ground only felt that some invisible pressure was pulled away from their bodies. At the same time, the terrifying illusions in front of them disappeared one after another.

As the carrier of the Lord of the Ring, the most basic ability is to control darkness and fear. It can not only spread, but also absorb it. Soon the masses on the ground responded to normal. Only a scarecrow was left, wailing over and over again by himself.

A big guy covered in scales was destroying everywhere. The thing was ferocious all over his body, not like a human shape. Instead, it looked like a mixture of crocodile and humans. It was one of Batman's old rivals, the Crocodile Man. It was originally violent by nature and was imprisoned for so long that it could not control the murderous intent in its heart and was ready to kill all directions.

But soon a figure wearing black heavy armor and holding a cross sword blocked him.

"Batman? Your new head is good." The Crocodile Man took it for granted and regarded the other party as Batman. But when the other party waved the common one in his hand, the Crocodile Man knew that he was wrong. This is not Batman, this is a guy who wants his own life.

The crocodile man relied on his strong body and high-defense scales to compete with modern armed forces holding thermal weapons. However, the sword in the other party seemed to ignore its defense at all, and soon cut him all over his body. Moreover, the other party was obviously a master of swordsmanship, and each sword was injured in its ligaments, joints and other parts.

Soon the crocodile man fell to the ground and lost his ability to move. With the help of his powerful recovery ability, these injuries could still be recovered. However, the other party obviously did not give him time to recover. The crocodile man only heard some low and vague sounds sounded in his ears, and then he lost all his consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a cage in a strange underground space. It stood up and wanted to destroy the cage and escape. It had done this more than once. But soon he realized that this was not a wise choice. Because right across from him, there were two larger cages, trapping two larger monsters. Yes, at that moment he found that he was closer to humans than those two guys.

Trolls over three meters tall are undoubtedly closer to the image of monsters. Of course, they are monsters themselves. And when they look at you with a food-looking look, the crocodile people feel fur all over.

In the invisible perspective, the roar of a more terrifying creature was often remembered. Whenever the sound sounded, the crocodile man felt his legs weak. Even the two monsters opposite him shrank into the corner and shivered. The crocodile man finally understood one thing. In this strange place, he was just the most inconspicuous little character. Even the strange-shaped tree not far away gave him a feeling of extreme danger. He decisively retracted back to the corner and pretended to be a grandson.

In the air, a black bat-shaped figure was falling rapidly. After receiving the position of the crocodile man, Batman rushed over at the fastest speed. But when he landed, he found that everything was over. There were traces of fighting left around him. But the crocodile man was gone. A large area of ​​blood was flowing on the ground. Batman didn't even have to look at it to know that it was the crocodile man's blood.

Because of the atlasing phenomenon, the blood of the crocodile man is much darker than that of the human. This means that the crocodile man was defeated. It is even possible that the other party captured him. In just a few minutes, Batman had already thought of several dark organizations cloning the crocodile man and carrying out a terrorist attack script. Unfortunately, he did not find any traces of a third party at the scene.

The chaos continued and he couldn't let him think carefully. Not far away, a guy who was nearly two meters tall, covered in explosive muscles, a strange tube on his back, and was still full of tubes on his body was madly returning to him.
Chapter completed!