Survival Room: Terror Resurrection

Intense holy light shone into the entire Sand City.

At the same time, it also swayed to the entire desert.

This miraculous scene was not admired by anyone.

Instead, it made everyone feel panicked.

And Zhang Haoyi stood in the center of Shacheng, and had no choice but to cover his eyes with his hands.

Wait for the bright light to dissipate.

"This holy phantom, it seems that it has completely exerted its wings!"

"A wing is a clone of it."

"So, this holy avatar has at least one-tenth of its power?"

"No, it can't be calculated like this."

"Although the total amount of power is one-tenth, its main spiritual will is gathered in this clone."

"How much is its specific strength, 3%? 4%? Or 5%?"

"It's really hard to calculate."

Zhang Hao was also frantically analyzing the situation of the holy phantom.

However, his knowledge of the holy phantom is really too little.

If it weren't for the Goblin King, I got some information.

It's really hard to deal with this holy phantom at this moment.

"Damn it, the reminder is why don't you come out to help at this time."

"This is the critical time when we need information!"

Zhang Hao couldn't help complaining in his heart.

I don't know if the prompt was deliberately tricked, or if I heard Zhang Hao's dissatisfaction with it in his heart.

The next moment, the voice of the reminder actually appeared in Zhang Hao's ears.

[Holy Clone: ​​The special ability possessed by the ten-winged order angel, which can transform an angel's feather into a clone, inject [-]% of its own power and [-]% of its spiritual will into it, and possess almost [-]% of its own power, but it is subject to It is not limited by the body and spiritual will, and the special tactics that can be displayed are very limited. 】

"Hmph, the reminder is finally reliable this time."

"It seems that I underestimated this holy avatar, and already possessed 4% of the power of that holy phantom."

"However, this holy phantom is indeed extraordinary in strength."

"Looking at this posture, it only has 4% of its strength, and it is far more than the ultimate ghost on the fourth floor."

Zhang Hao was analyzing how to deal with the holy phantom.

After a while, the intense light finally scattered.

Zhang Hao quickly raised his head and looked at the holy phantom.

It was found that the previous injuries on it seemed to have fully recovered.

Even the dark and cursed power of the Death Command arrow disappeared.

And the most terrifying thing is.

The appearance of this holy phantom has also undergone a huge change.

It really floats in the air like an angel with broken wings.

And behind it are ten wings, which are rolled up like flower bones, but have not yet fully opened.

This look is almost full of strong majesty.

Let Zhang Hao feel the pressure doubled at a glance.

"Zhang Hao, it seems that I have underestimated you several times!"

"Your strength is indeed far beyond my imagination."

"But do you know why I chose to fight you here?"

"This ancient desert city will eventually be your grave."

The holy phantom floating in mid-air said in an incomparably majestic manner.

Falling with his words.

The entire underground of Shacheng began to vibrate slightly.

"What happened?"

Zhang Hao didn't care about dealing with Shengjie phantom, and quickly checked the situation in the entire sand city.

Knowing that Bai Jingjing, Ren Junyu and others are still in Shacheng.

It is naturally impossible for Zhang Hao to ignore them.

"What's going on, an earthquake?"

Qi Pengfei and the others who were hiding in the sandcastle were also very nervous when they noticed this situation.

They hurriedly took their weapons, ready for any sudden change.

The indigenous woman on the side seemed to have anticipated the situation.

She and her people have already bowed their heads and prayed.

"It's such a time, why are you still reciting scriptures?"

"Quickly tell me what's going on."

When Ren Junyu saw this, he was also furious and quickly grabbed the native woman and questioned her.

"This is the curse set by the ten-winged angel of order. When the undead are revived, they will mutate into demons and slaughter the city."

"We are hopeless."

The native woman was full of despair, and told the ancient legend with tears.

Suddenly, cloudy.

The earth shattered throughout the ancient city.

Countless mummies surged up from the ground.

Not only that, the bodies of those mummy gradually turned into a dark color.

A pair of huge wings grew from the back.

"Good guy, it seems that this holy phantom is really not unprepared."

"Deliberately choose to be in this ancient giant city, and want to use the power of the curse to deal with us!"

Zhang Hao looked at the black demons all over the ground, it was so dark.

And more and more.

In less than half a minute, the number has reached hundreds.

The number is still increasing rapidly.

I don't know where it ends.

Zhang Hao looked up at the holy phantom in the sky.

The holy phantom was also staring at him.

"Humans, you cannot break through this cursed city."

"Your fate is sealed."

"I'm leaving here, and the fate of other players is waiting for me to play tricks on."

"I've wasted too much time with you."

The holy phantom spoke flatly.

After it transformed into a holy clone.

It has almost 5% of the body's will, and it is much calmer than before.

It seems that the fate of Zhang Hao and others can be decided with just a few gestures.

At this moment, it no longer pays attention to Zhang Hao at all.

He didn't even want to talk to Zhang Haoduo.

After saying this, the holy phantom was ready to leave.

"Wait!"

Zhang Hao suddenly roared loudly.

The holy phantom who had turned his head to leave was also slightly taken aback.

"Why, human, do you still have a last word to say?"

The holy phantom turned its head back to stare at Zhang Hao, and said disdainfully.

"Hmph, holy phantom."

"You don't think you can kill me, Zhang Hao, with just these devilish miscellaneous soldiers?"

"To be honest, my subordinates can kill them, believe it or not?"

Zhang Hao's words also aroused a little interest in that holy phantom.

"Really? Do you know how many corpses there are underground in this ancient city?"

"This can at least transform nearly ten thousand black-winged demons, but it will take a little time."

"Even if your subordinates can use some special cursed objects to fight."

"But how long can it last?"

"Wait until the negative effect of the power of the curse tortures you to death, and you will eventually fall here."

Speaking of this, Shengjie Xuying also looked at Zhang Hao with great interest.

Wondering how he would react.

But Zhang Hao didn't care about those black-winged demons who kept approaching him.

He finally took out the black gold Excalibur from the storage warehouse.