As soon as the feather broke away from the tall and thin man's wings, Fengyun made a move that made him extremely stunned, and his body suddenly jumped to the left side, jumping into a quagmire.

After entering the quagmire, Fengyun sank at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, the whole person disappeared completely, except for some bubbles that bubbled up from the quagmire, as if he had never existed at all.

"This ...... This ......"

The tall and thin man's eyes widened, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Even if you want to dodge his attacks, there's no need to jump into the mire.

The dangers of the quagmire are known to anyone who has lived in Razor.

As a native of Razor, the tall and thin man is even more aware of the danger of the quagmire, and has even witnessed someone accidentally falling into the quagmire many times and dying with a whimper.

As such, he has always been very jealous of them, even though he is now a true metamorphosis warrior.

In other words, if you change him and Fengyun, even if you encounter great trouble and danger, you will never jump into the quagmire.

In his opinion, this is no different from suicide.

Don't say that Fengyun is just a high-level totem warrior, even if he is like him, a metamorphosis warrior, it is difficult to survive.

When you enter the quagmire, you will keep falling down, and it is almost impossible to get out of the quagmire again.

Not only that, but the mixture also has a lot of stickiness, which will stick to people, and it is even more difficult to get out than it is to climb to the sky.

In addition to this, the most fatal are breathing problems.

After sinking into the muddy pool, the mouth and nose will be closed by the muddy water mixture in it, and it will no longer be able to breathe.

Breathing is a must. This is true whether it is an ordinary person or a totem warrior.

Even a tall and thin man who has become a metamorphosis warrior still needs to breathe, but he can hold his breath for longer than ordinary people.

If he is kept not breathing, he will not be able to do it either. If he can't breathe for a long time, he will also die.

Can't get out, and can't breathe, the tall and thin man really can't imagine why Fengyun did this.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at the quagmire where the wind and clouds had disappeared, and found that there was indeed no trace of him there, and only then did he have to admit that what he had seen before was indeed the truth.

He flapped his wings, which had few feathers left, to raise himself to the ground. It seems to be worried that Fengyun will suddenly burst out of the quagmire, grab him, and pull him in with him.

After stabilizing his figure, he was immediately surrounded by a deep sense of loss.

In his heart, due to the stupidity of Fengyun, he is already dead, and even if he is not dead now, at most he is just surviving. Once he reaches the limit of his breath, he will surely die.

This way of dying is also extremely painful and horrific. Even if it is compared to the death method of watching yourself being pecked and eaten by the crow little by little, it is definitely not far behind.

So to some extent, his revenge should also be regarded as revenge, but he still feels very lost, and he must not have the pleasure/feeling of revenge.

That's not what he wanted.

He wants revenge, but only if Fengyun dies at his hands.

Fengyun's death at this moment seemed to him. It was suicide at all, and it had nothing to do with him.

This gave him the kind of strength to punch the enemy, only to be hit in the air, not only to lose his pleasure, but also to look very uncomfortable.

"Ah......h

Endured for a while. The tall and thin man still couldn't help it, and looked up to the sky and howled, using it to vent the loss and depression in his heart.

After shouting, he felt a little more comfortable, so he set his eyes on the quagmire where the wind and clouds had fallen, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time.

According to his inner thoughts, he wanted to jump into the mire, pull him out, slowly clean him up, and torture him.

But his sanity stopped him.

Even if he is a metamorphosis warrior, once he falls into the quagmire, especially after the top, it is extremely dangerous, and if he is not careful, he will die in it.

If he, like Fengyun, died in the quagmire, it would be too unworthy.

He clearly cares more about his own safety than the pleasure/feeling of getting the enemy of the blade.

Besides, he has a bright future ahead of him.

The long-awaited cause of ruling the entire Razor was about to be realized, and he didn't want to put himself in a desperate situation because of a momentary mood.

Of course, the main thing is to make him think that after Fengyun falls into the quagmire, it is already a mortal situation.

If Fengyun is still alive, he may not be able to calm down.

The enemy was gone, and the tall and thin man was completely relaxed.

But this relaxation, the problem came, he felt that there was no place in his body that was not uncomfortable, the wounds on his abdomen and lower back were painful, his internal organs were tingling, his head was dizzy and swollen, and his arms were sore......

"Ah......h

When chasing Fengyun, his attention was all on him, which played a role in diverting attention, and he was not very sensitive to his own feelings, obviously he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't help but moan.

"Go back, go back quickly, heal your wounds, and recuperate. ”

A voice in his heart kept urging the tall and thin man, and he knew that the most important thing he should do at this time was to go back to the base camp as soon as possible.

But the quagmire that had fallen into the storm seemed to have some kind of great magic, and he couldn't make up his mind to leave.

Although his reason told him that Fengyun was dead this time, he couldn't see his body, and he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Okay. That's it. ”

After much hesitation, the tall and thin man finally made a decision.

Flapping his wings, he flew over the quagmire that engulfed the wind and clouds, and then flailed his wings vigorously and sent a gust of wind at it.

He is a metamorphosis warrior, and even if he is far from his best right now, the wind is still very strong.

In an instant, mud and water began to fly out of the mire.

The muddy water mixture that had been blown out of the mud was carried by the strong wind and flew far away.

In the end, he was still not at ease, and decided to see people in life and corpses in death, and he was ready to try to dig out the wind and clouds that had been stuck in the quagmire for a while.

His resentment and hatred for Fengyun are too deep.

Even if you can't kill him with your own hands, you will have to destroy Fengyun's corpse.

Soon, the location of the quagmire became a large pit about a foot deep, much larger than a house, and there was still no trace of Fengyun, proving that Fengyun had fallen into a very deep depth.

Unrelenting, he continued to flap his wings, but the effect of digging the pit began to wane.

After the quagmire turned into a large pit, the terrain became low, and the muddy water around it began to flow towards it, ready to fill it.

Although the wind stirred by the tall and thin man was very strong, it could not withstand the continuous replenishment of muddy water, and the effect would inevitably be greatly reduced.

As the depth and area of the mud pit grew, the muddy water poured into it became more and more, and eventually the tall and lanky man had to stop trying.

His work has had no effect.

The amount of muddy water that he fanned out immediately poured into the mud puddle.

His plan to dig out Fengyun was impossible to achieve, at least with his own strength.

Seeing that the water level in the mud pit he had finally dug out was getting higher and higher, the thin and tall man's heart was full of unwillingness.

"Damn it!"

His patience soon reached its limit, and he let out a roar of rage, and at the same time, he flapped his wings, and the few feathers that were already left on his wings shot out again.

Their target is the mud pit.

Although he believed that Fengyun was certain to die, he didn't know why he still felt a little uneasy in his heart, so he made this move.

With hatred, the speed of the feather was very fast, directly penetrating the muddy quagmire, and disappeared into the quagmire, without even a ripple.

"Humph!"

Glancing at the mud puddle again, he let out a sneer full of mixed emotions, turned sharply, flapped his wings, and flew in the direction of the base camp.

He finally decided to go back.

But as soon as he flew some distance, he suddenly remembered something, raised his head, and shouted: "Quack...... Quack ......"

He learned the crow of a crow.

He decided to go back, but the uneasiness in his heart never dissipated, so he decided to call the crows and let them watch over the quagmire where the storm had fallen.

If something happens, he'll be able to know.

In addition to this, he had a decision in mind.

After going back this time, we must organize some people to come back again and dig up the quagmire where Fengyun is located, even if it is difficult, we must dig him out.

"Quack...... Quack ......"

The tall and thin man had just learned that the crow had not made a few sounds, and he received a response, and a crow flew towards him while crowing.

He continued to call, ready to attract more crows.

"Hmmm......"

His expression changed suddenly, and he heard the crow's cry change, revealing a warning.

"Warning, warning me, what?"

The tall and thin man couldn't figure out the meaning of the warning in the crow's cry, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

For a moment when he was stunned, a cold chill suddenly rushed from behind him to the top of his head, making him feel the urge to shiver.

He didn't fight, but subconsciously folded his wings, and with the help of their huge area, his whole body was wrapped tightly.

He was all too familiar with the chill coming from his back, a precursor to danger that was about to befall him.

Don't look at him as a metamorphosis warrior now, rampage in Razor, and he didn't dare to mess with him, but he also had weak moments.

At that time, he had been in danger more than once.

Although he didn't know where the danger came from, his experience taught him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with protecting himself as quickly as possible. (To be continued.) )