The ghost cried again and again, and returned disappointed again and again, and after more than a dozen times, gradually, he began to notice that something was wrong.

These zombies are still the same, and their faces are numb. However, their numbers have not decreased much, and the corpses on the ground are disproportionately small.

Illusion, I fell into illusion.

Ghost Cry frowned, breathed heavily, quickly recovered his strength, and pondered quickly in his heart.

Most illusions are ineffective against Devil Cry, as all spells and illusions that target Devil Cry's mind and soul will be slashed by the Devil Cry's Heart Knife.

The knife is so sharp that it can be said to be indestructible, and it is also true that Devil May Cry is often invincible against opponents who are good at illusions and spells.

However, if the opponent is not aimed at him at all, but only at his surroundings, then the knife in his heart will not be able to do anything about it.

The opponent is good at creating illusions in the song and hypnotizing people. So, this time you can also use the song to change the surrounding environment, distort the light, and create a false spectacle?

Also, he can identify the source of danger through the ringtone, and discern the general direction of the enemy, can this ringtone also be used by the other party?

The ripples generated when stepping on the earth are also using sound, can the other party also use this to give him some false information?

Deceiving his eyes, using the ringing and the ripples under his feet to deceive his spiritual sense, his knife is too fast, and many times before he can feel it, the other party has been split in two, so he can't detect it in time to be an illusion.

These are all problems.

When fighting, Devil Cry's IQ always rises in a straight line.

The scenes were sorted out and combined by him, and he quickly came to a conclusion.

The other party was fighting with him, not retreating, and they wanted to rely on numbers and illusions to drain his physical strength.

Devil Cry does not have unlimited physical strength, his physical strength is indeed very strong, he can't support it all night in such a high-intensity battle, or even in the middle of the night, this winter night is very long. Once the physical strength is exhausted, it is a lamb to the slaughter.

Devil May Cry wouldn't put himself in such a dangerous situation, so once his stamina was exhausted, he would retreat.

Then, the zombie choir will calmly enjoy the food tonight, and he can only watch, because he is nothing without physical strength.

The eyes have been deceived, the ears may have been deceived, and the senses have also been partially deceived, and all that can be believed is the sense of touch and smell and taste.

Taste is useless, smell and touch do.

So Devil Cry decided to simply use the Turtle Breath Technique, abandoning the sight, hearing, taste and spiritual senses, leaving only the sense of touch and smell, and at the same time using the Mind Eye Technique to amplify the sense of touch and smell.

In an instant, he was plunged into darkness, and the dark world was equally wonderful and became bizarre.

The wind blew, touched the skin, and brought information from the outside world.

The stench is infinitely amplified, lingering on the tip of Devil Cry's nose as Devil Cry identifies the approximate location of the zombie choir.

Instead of rushing over to that side, Devil Cry retreated.

In the rear, there was a mush, stench, and smoke from burning firewood. That was the direction of the camp, and as long as he held there, he could thwart the Zombie Choir's purpose for tonight.

He wanted to test whether the zombie choir would be able to endure it once its appetite was aroused.

It doesn't matter if they can't help it, since it has already appeared, it is not so easy to escape from the sight of Ghost Cry. Once they retreat, they will be discovered by Devil Cried, and they have a fatal weakness, fear of sunlight, this weakness, is simply deadly.

The two sides are locked in a standoff, and the zombie choir is visibly agitated and begins to approach the camp, trying to drive Ghost Cry away.

How could the devil cry do what they wanted, and he went through the camp to deal with them.

Cheeks, bare hands, feeling the cold winter wind.

If the wind is lighter here, there are obstacles and should be avoided, and if the wind is stronger over there, it is an open place, so walk on foot.

Smell the stench of zombies, the stronger the stench, the closer the zombies are to themselves, once the stink reaches a certain level, then go out.

The knife is not fast, but it is steady.

I can't do it anymore like cutting iron like mud and killing people like mowing grass like before, but it's still sharp, and it's still easy to kill these weak choir zombies.

There was a slight wind blowing, and the ghost cried back and slashed out, he clearly felt the blade of the knife blocked, this is the touch of flesh.

Infusing a touch of demonic energy into the blade, Devil Cry pulled out the knife, and at the same time detonated that demonic energy.

There was also a special wind behind him, and the ghost cried back with a knife, and this knife felt the feeling of a knife in advance.

It was a hit in the arm, and Ghost Cry didn't hesitate for a moment, took a step forward, and then turned around and stabbed again.

This knife, I feel that the blade of the knife is even more hindered. This is cut to the place where there is little flesh and hits the bone directly. And this position, it should be the cheek, the other party is short.

Countless useful information flashed through Ghost Cry's mind, he quickly made adjustments, turned the blade, and swiped down against the opponent's cheek, the blade of the knife shook, and Ghost Cry knew that the tip of the knife had passed through the collarbone against the opponent's body, he counted the ribs one by one, and then stabbed in.

The soft touch should have pierced each other's chest.

However, according to the feeling of the knife, the other party's body was soft, and he stood against the blade, and when the ghost cried and pulled out the knife, he didn't hear any sound of falling to the ground, he closed his hearing, naturally he couldn't hear it, but he felt the wind.

The wind tells him that the zombie has fallen.

If someone looks from the sky, they will be surprised to find that only the sense of touch and smell is the ghost crying, nimbly shuttling through the camp, avoiding one obstacle after another, and fighting the zombies.

He couldn't avoid all the obstacles, and he often kicked something, but the soles of his feet never left the ground, as if they were dripping water, so even when he did, his body was still steady, and there was no sign of a fall.

He also can't kill these choir zombies neatly like he used to cut leeks, often killing a zombie requires two or even three knives.

But in fact, because he slowed down the speed of the knife, because the consumption of demonic energy was reduced, because the information he got became less, and he could only quickly choose among the limited information, so he consumed less in any aspect.

Consumption is less, there is no illusion interference, and efficiency is also improved. It didn't take long for twenty or thirty zombies to fall.

The zombie choir is obviously in a hurry. They took out the killer weapon, and suddenly, the blowing wind was instantly crushed.

Devil Cry clearly felt it, it was a ripple thing in circles, this was ...... Sound wave!!!

He instantly freed himself from all restraints, and the next moment, a high-pitched howl flooded him like a tsunami.

In an instant, his eyes turned black, he was dizzy, and the ghost cried and fell to his knees.

At the same time, the people in both camps were awakened by the sound, then rolled in pain in the sound, and finally fainted.

Ghost Cry only barely supported his body with the long knife stuck in the ground, and he was stronger and naturally able to withstand more.

The indescribable pain stirred in his mind, his brain was in chaos, he instinctively pulled out the flying knife, pierced the hat and inserted it into his forehead, nailing the hat firmly to his head, and everything calmed down.

Then, the high-pitched voice became hoarse, and all the choir zombies withered, and the ghost cried and licked his lips, stood up, pulled out the long knife on the ground, and a hoarse voice came from his throat: "Fish, take the bait." ”