The chains were rusty, as if they had remained in this shape for a long time.

Each keyhole that makes up the chain is the size of a carriage wheel, interlocking, stretching for hundreds of knots, lying quietly on the ground, and the night feels as if you are facing the earthly python.

There are thirteen chains, each fastened at the bottom of the tower, ending in an arc-shaped hook that fastened to the ring connected to the tower.

The night dragged one of the chains, and the heavy weight pressed too much of the night's wrist.

It's an indescribable weight, starting at around 500 pounds, but then jumping to 5 tons, maybe 10 tons, maybe even 20 tons, and so on.

The hook, which was also rounded at the tip of the chain, was bent to a few points, leaving only a half-palm-wide interface.

Looking at the end, Nightshade understood the use of the chain.

At the same time, he dragged six iron chains, and without hesitation, Cangye stabbed six round hooks into his shoulders and back, and dragged away.

The sharp hook pierced deep into the body, and the nerve transmitted a signal of severe pain, and blood splattered, flowing down the trouser leg to the ground, converging into a scarlet blood path.

Fastening the chain to another ring with a tower will connect the two planes into one.

But that's how difficult it is, the night is dragging an entire plane along.

One chain bears the gravity of all planes, but if you drag two at the same time, you only need to bear half of the gravity, and the four continue to diverge, and six is the limit of the life that the night can bear, and the total weight of the plane is one-sixth of the weight of the plane.

The weight of the plane is immeasurable, but according to the data that Nightnight can calculate so far, it should be at least a thousand tons.

The gravity that constantly flutters back and forth between 10 and 200 tons, and the night runs its extreme force, stepping heavily on the ground step by step, and each footprint can step on the ground like a spider's web.

Blessed with one power gain spell after another, the night violently burst out with all its power, dragging six chains into the only gray portal, and passing through several planes without towers in a row.

On the edge of these planes, you can always see a looming behemoth, which is the plane that the night drags.

Connecting the rows of planes in series, finally, the ninth seat in the night's calculation happened to have a tower.

When he came to the bottom of the tower, the night shook suddenly, and six round hooks suddenly flew up from his body, bringing out six blood pillars and swaying them on the ground, and then buckled them at the bottom of the tower one by one.

The night did not stop, pulling up the tower's six chains back to the previous plane, thus strengthening the connection between the planes.

Repeatedly, at the moment when life was about to run out, Cangye successfully connected 20 Yanan towns, reinforcing three times, and the plane barriers shattered all the barriers under the collision with each other.

The pieces of land are closely connected, and the dark night even feels the reinforcement of gravity, and the rules of the plane have been multiplied, which is enough for the ancient evil creatures to compete.

Removing the last chain from his back, he sits cross-legged on Night, casting spells on himself to restore health.

Not only has the health dropped to the [Endangered] state, but the energy and stamina of the night have also been worn to the lowest point, and the combat power of a body may not be saved by 25%, and now it is the turn of the night to repair the injury.

Now, 7 hours have passed since the ravages of the old cultists, and nearly half of the 1196 seats have fallen.

During this time, the Brain Eaters and the others avoided the Cultists, and the Shadow Lord was attacked by two tentacles, and then retreated with serious injuries.

Nightshade had finished setting up the new battlefield, and immediately after, he came to the location of the lucky mage.

This lucky darling gets special treatment, is chased by a full five deadly tentacles, and is almost driven into a desperate situation.

It's enough to be a nightmare that the mage will never forget.

Lucky protection should have been weakened to the extreme, and even if he survived, the remaining luck would not be enough to sustain him in the godhead, in other words, he was no longer a threat to the night.

After observing for a moment, expecting that Barton would be able to hold out for at least another half an hour, the night followed the tentacles towards the area where the old fanatics had entrenched.

Hundreds of Yanan towns have been destroyed in a row, and a large number of plane rules polluted by chaos have become the nourishment of this monster, and the void that the night faces has gradually evolved into a gray vortex that is constantly expanding outward.

This maelstrom is full of flickering chaotic sparks, and the wriggling hideous light and shadow release an indescribable atmosphere of fear, and at the soul level, this fear is infinitely magnified, and the people who face this chaos see not a hideous monster, but the greatest despair of their own hearts.

Nightshade saw the shadow of three wriggling tentacles, and he had divided into eight tentacles that stretched out to various places, five of which stretched out in the same place, and the other three in different directions and expanded outward.

As far as the eye could see, the Old Cultists possessed at least eleven tentacles, and the rest of their limbs and bodies were still hidden behind the fog of chaos.

Looking at the desperate scene in front of him, Cangye's expression remained unchanged, and the blocking aura that enveloped his whole body fluctuated slightly in an instant, and a wisp of 'existence aura' accidentally leaked out.

Suddenly......

A cloud of chaos broke out of the vortex, and from the fog stood out a huge tentacle covered with scales, the sucker that clinged to it kept wriggling, and the sharp teeth entrenched inside closed one by one, and the countless numbers made the scalp tingle.

The dark, dead, chaotic and indescribable aura rushed to the face, and even hooked a trace of the Void Rule, and the quiet space suddenly created a passage for the mad cultists to prey, extending all the way to the front of the night.

There was no need to even touch it directly, as long as the night came into contact with the chaotic aura wrapped around the surface of the tentacles, the body and soul would be corroded in less than a few seconds.

The figure of Cangye disappeared in an instant, stepping on the coordinates, and he appeared directly in a Yanan town in the next moment.

The breath of the night has been captured, even if it is chased to the ends of the earth, it is impossible for the night to disappear directly out of thin air under the perception of the madman.

After several turns, Cang Ye, intentionally or unintentionally, directly led the madman to the new battlefield he had painstakingly created, a super-large world bound together by 20 parallel Yanan towns.

Even so, the moment the tentacles fell from the sky, the plane immediately transmitted a huge sense of vibration, the void rippled continuously, and the earth was flooded with criss-crossing cracks.

However, in the next moment, the iron chain rattled, seemingly slender but tough, and the ripples that spread out immediately made up for most of the damage caused by the tentacles.

Here, the Shadow Lord was led here by the Night, and just above its head, the shadows of its tentacles continued to fall, and the heavy gravity seemed to create a second shock on the earth.

Within the situation, the Shadow Lord sent a rallying signal.

Immediately, twenty portals continued to bring Yanan Shadow from various planes.

No more, no less, all 1,196 shadows are gathered here.