Qian Cang was preoccupied, he had already planned the route to the exit in his mind.

The staggered stairs become a new battlefield.

After more than ten seconds, the straight-line distance between Qian Cangyi and the Prophet was less than twenty meters, and the stairs between the two of them were pieced together into a complex labyrinth.

Gunshots rang out.

The bullet spun and flew towards its target, and when it was halfway there, it suddenly began to go downward, then to the right, beyond the boundaries of the staircase, and melted into a blue-purple sheen.

Still no.

Qian Cang took a step forward and turned to climb another staircase.

The new staircase was perpendicular to the original staircase, and when Qian Cangyi's feet stepped on the new staircase, he became standing horizontally, as if he were standing on a wall.

For him, it was no different than before, like standing on the ground.

On the other side, the Prophet stepped on a new staircase.

The stairs on which the two stood were completely opposite, as if one was standing on the ceiling and the other on the ground.

The Prophet's right hand was outstretched, and his index finger was aimed in the direction of Qian Cangyi.

Several blue circles of light flew out of the Prophet's fingers, and as they got farther and farther away from the fingers, the blue circles began to expand until they reached the size of a basketball.

"What is this?"

Qian Cangyi was a little surprised.

What surprised him was not that the Prophet was able to use such an ability, but that many blue threads of hair thickness appeared on the trajectory of the blue aperture.

The threads are long and short, and they swing with the wind, even if there is no wind blowing in the space at all.

"Could it be that this is the flow of time that is about to die?"

Time was pressing, and Qian Cangyi didn't have time to think about this for the time being.

The blue circle of light is rapidly approaching.

Theoretically, he would have been able to dodge the Prophet's attack, but the problem was that in terms of physical strength, he was still just an ordinary person.

An ordinary person would die instantly if a bullet hit him in the head, and he would also die instantly.

Therefore, Qian Cangyi does not plan to hold it up, and at this time it is far more reliable to believe in hell movies than to believe in himself.

The clock of eternal sleep comes into play, and the second hand begins to turn.

At this time, a strange scene appeared.

Countless blue threads appeared in the surrounding space in an instant, and after these blue threads appeared, they intertwined with each other and weaved into a sealed net.

The person in the net is connected to the blue silk thread and is confined by the silk thread.

Qian Cangyi was different, and all the silk threads around him were broken at this moment.

Although the blue threads farther away were flying towards him, it took "time".

This is the time when he can move freely.

Qian Cang ran forward, dodging the blue circle of light emitted by the Prophet.

When the effect of the eternal sleep clock is over, the blue circle of light flies into the distance, like a bullet, into the blue-purple luster in the distance.

The Prophet paused, his eyes looking up and down at Qian Cangyi, as if wondering why his attack had missed.

Qian Cangyi did not hesitate, let alone give the prophet time to think.

He stepped up a new staircase, and the distance between the two of them narrowed again.

The Prophet did not move again, but plunged his right hand into his bosom, and then he drew a pistol.

When there was only one staircase between the two, Qian Cangyi chose to shoot.

If he was standing on the ground, the prophet was standing on the ceiling.

The bullet passed through the Prophet's head, but did not hit the Prophet.

As soon as Qian Cang stopped, after he fired, the Prophet did not respond, and the bullet went directly through the Prophet's head, therefore, he came to a conclusion.

"Phantom?"

The leader of the Time Tomb was activated in an instant, and an incomparably arrogant force spread out, dyeing everything around him black, but it did not affect his vision.

At the same time, a hard touch came from the back of the head.

The Prophet is behind you!

Qian Cang turned around in an instant, and at the same time, the dagger on his waist was also pulled out by him, and he stabbed upwards with the force of his waist rotation.

His right hand with the gun pushed the Prophet's right hand with the gun upwards, while the dagger in his left hand stabbed through the Prophet's neck.

The ability effect ends.

Gunshots rang out, accompanied by a muffled grunt.

Bullets flew out diagonally.

The dagger pierced the Prophet's neck, leaving only the hilt of the sword.

The Prophet was pushed out by this force and fell to the ground.

Qian Cangyi did not give the Prophet any chance.

Aim, pull the trigger.

The whole action is done in one go.

The bullet struck the staircase and bounced into the distance, but did not hit the Prophet.

Qian Cang was preoccupied, and a black cloak floated behind him, and then disappeared completely.

For a moment, Robert was the only one left in the entire space, and he was rushing towards the place where Qian Cangyi was.

The Prophet was revealed, and he had fled to another staircase.

The moment he appeared, a bullet flew into his chest and hit successfully, sending blood splattering out.

Qian Cangyi's figure appeared at the same time, staring at the prophet with bright eyes.

The Prophet fell to the ground again, and in the next second, many tiny purple-black tentacles flew out from the wound on his chest, condensing into a ball, blocking the wound.

Qian Cangyi gasped slightly and shot again.

This time, the bullet failed to hit the Prophet and was blocked by the purple-black tentacles.

The Prophet got up from the ground, laughing contemptuously from his mouth, and he reached out and pulled out the dagger that pierced his neck and threw it on the ground.

Purple-black tentacles simultaneously burrowed out of the wound on the neck, smoothing out the visible wound.

The Prophet looked at Qian Cangyi and said in a loud voice:

"Anthony, I'm sorry."

"You're the first person to make me so embarrassed, and yet, your ending still can't be changed."

"Because you are human, and human beings, insignificant."

At the end of the words, the Prophet's right hand turned into a tentacle.

Then it began to elongate, grow larger, and twist.

The entangled tentacles rushed towards Qian Cangyi with a strong sense of oppression.

As soon as he dodged the tentacles, he hurried towards the Prophet from another staircase.

The Prophet's arm retracted a little, then took a step forward with his left foot, and his right hand was stretched out again.

The tentacles instantly began to speed up, tying Qian Cangyi's right ankle and lifting the latter up.

The Prophet began to withdraw his right hand.

Gunshots rang out, however, the bullet hitting the tentacle did not have much effect.

Robert crept close to the Prophet, and when the time was right, he leaped up and plunged the dagger of his right hand into the back of the Prophet's head.

The Prophet was in pain, and one of them almost fell to the ground.

At this time, the tentacles that tied Qian Cang's ankle were quickly recovered.

"Run! You're too optimistic! Qian Cangyi shouted.

Robert raised the dagger and tried to stab it again, but a tentacle came out of the back of the prophet's head and knocked the dagger in Robert's hand to the ground.

The tentacles of the defense came to Robert's side and hoisted him up.

The Prophet glanced at Robert, picked up the dagger from the ground with his left hand, and stabbed him in the abdomen.

"Ahh Robert screamed.

"Wait! I promise you! "Qian Cangyi tried to save.

The Prophet ignored it, flicking the tentacle of his right hand and throwing Robert beyond the stairs.

Robert fell to a blue-purple sheen, like the fate of the bullet fired earlier.

After the prophet finished dealing with Robert, he turned to look at Qian Cangyi.

The tide of events reversed in an instant.

Qian Cangichi knew that the Prophet must be struggling to be in a tentacle state, but he didn't know how long the Prophet would last.

Now there is only one way, stalling for time.

Run!

Qian Cang turned around and fled.

For hell movie actors, it's about running away......

A few seconds later, Qian Cangyi had already opened a considerable distance, and he also knew the limit distance of the tentacles.

"How long can you run?" The prophet was not in a hurry, and kept compressing the escape space of Qian Cangyi.

Qian Cang glanced back, gasped slightly, and did not answer.

Suddenly, an eerie light flashed behind the Prophet.

Qian Cang's eyes widened and he continued to stall for time, but he distracted some of his attention into the entire staircase space.

As the tentacles approached, he tugged at the blue thread beside him, "spping" it up, and when the blue thread broke, everything was back to normal again.

Another strange light appeared, and it crashed into the stairs.

Qian Cang suddenly understood that the strange light that suddenly appeared was nothing else, it was the bullet he shot at the beginning.

After the bullet turned and fired into the blue-purple sheen of the border of the staircase space, it actually returned to the staircase space again.

For a moment, an idea flashed through Qian Cangyi's mind.

At the same time, the words spoken by the old man in the equilateral triangular cave also faintly emerged.

Only the power that transcends humanity can oppose the power that transcends humanity.

A plan is gradually formed.

The model of the stepped space began to be built in the mind.

In order to gain more time, Qian Cangyi entered the state of observation time.

The life force begins to drain slowly but continuously.

A minute later.

"If I'm right, this should be the place."

Qian Cang stopped and turned to look at the Prophet.

"Can't run?" The prophet asked with concern.

Qian Cangyi raised his right hand, inserted his five fingers into his hair, brushed it back, and then said to the Prophet:

"In the name of mankind, I sentence you to death!"

As he said this, his right index finger pointed at the Prophet.

"Execute it now!"

The Prophet paused, as if pondering the meaning of the words of the Treasury.

The blue aperture returned to the staircase space as expected, hitting the back of the Prophet.

A terrible hiss came from under the Prophet's mask, and at the same time, the Prophet's purple-black tentacles began to shrink and rapidly age.

Qian Cangyi did not look at all this from the perspective of a bystander.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

He quickly closed the distance, and the reloaded pistol once again unleashed the power of a hot weapon.

Blood splattered after the bullet hit the Prophet.

Qian Cang kept pulling the trigger, and after the bullet was fired, he reloaded it again, and at the same time, his mind began to estimate Robert's landing point.

With so much information to be processed for a moment, there was a pain in my temples again.

He didn't shoot all the bullets, after all, even if he did, the Prophet would not necessarily die.

What's even more terrifying is that in this case, Qian Cangyi is still in danger.

As he fired, a bullet from earlier flew past him, and although it missed, it still made his back break out in a cold sweat.