Chapter 77： Phantom fog forest

Yang Zilei was quite surprised when he experienced spatial teleportation for the first time.

That kind of feeling is like the whole person has melted into a thick liquid, the body can't control it at all, and the vision is blurred.

Not long after, Yang Zilei suddenly felt lighter, and his vision gradually became clear.

"This is the phantom fog forest?"

Yang Zilei looked surprised and looked around.

I found myself in a lush forest at the moment, surrounded by a faint white mist.

Vaguely, one could still hear some fierce beast roars from deep in the jungle.

Obviously, this is the venue of the hunting game, the magic fog forest.

To avoid all the contestants, they get together after teleportation, causing chaos.

Therefore, the rules of the game are more humane.

As long as the contestants who entered the portal did not teleport to the same location, they were all scattered and teleported to any location in the forest randomly.

However, at this time this forest of phantom fog has been shrouded by the formation light curtain, and the scope will be reduced every once in a while.

Even if all the contestants currently maintain a safe distance, as the aperture circle shrinks, they will meet and fight together.

This kind of game mode reminds Yang Zilei of a ‘eating chicken’ game in his previous life.

But now, the cold weapons used by others are mainly swords, but he has all kinds of firearms exchanged from the system.

The advantage gap can be imagined.

At this moment, Yang Zilei felt a scorching heat from the palm of his right hand.

He lowered his head and looked at his palm, but he saw that there was a pale gold rune mark on the palm of his hand.

"This should be the spiritual mark seal."

Yang Zilei muttered to himself, faintly, he could sense this rune mark, exuding an obscure spiritual power wave, forming a kind of involvement with the formation light curtain in the forest.

Om——!

At this moment, the giant light curtain covering the Forest of Illusory Mist suddenly trembled violently.

Immediately, centering on the deep forest, it slowly began to shrink inward.

Yang Zilei, who happened to be on the edge of the jungle, turned his head and looked back, only to see a looming light curtain moving towards his location.

"It's already moving."

Yang Zilei's eyes condensed slightly, and after recognizing the direction, he immediately moved and walked towards the center of the jungle.

Driven by the formation light curtain, all the contestants will head in the same direction, but Yang Zilei is not worried about finding any prey.

After walking for a few minutes, Yang Zilei suddenly heard a scream from the front.

Immediately, his figure paused, his right foot pushed **** the ground, and the whole person jumped up suddenly, climbing to a giant tree next to him.

And his body was also extremely concealed, lying in the dense branches and leaves, and then took out the AK47, looking for reputation.

In my sight, I saw two figures a hundred meters away.

One of them, covered in blood, fell to the ground, obviously injured.

The other person was a sturdy, dark-skinned bald man with a fierce face holding a long sword in his hand.

"The overweight guy!"

The bald man spit out the wounded on the ground in disdain, then reached out and held the palm of the other party with the imprint of the spirit pattern, directly snatching it away.

As for the young man in white who was captured with the imprint of the spirit pattern, his body began to blur, he had obviously lost the qualification for the competition and was about to be sent back to Longfei City.

However, just as the boy was about to disappear, the bald man's mouth raised a touch of cruelty, and a long sword in his hand quickly swept the former's neck.

"The competition is like a battlefield, and the loser should die."

The bald man gave a grinning grin, watching the corpse disappear in place with a ferocious look.

"boom--!"

However, just as the bald man was about to turn around and leave, the gunfire exploded, and a bullet suddenly shot over, instantly headshot!

Immediately afterwards, before the corpse of the bald man disappeared, Yang Zilei used Long Yingbu to quickly reach here and snatched away the spiritual mark in his hand.

Yang Zilei felt a refreshing energy pouring into his palm.

However, in the palm of the hand that originally had only one spiritual mark, three rune marks were suddenly split, faintly emitting a red halo.

"You are right, the competition is like a battlefield, but this time you became a loser."

Yang Zilei looked indifferently, glanced at the body of the bald man who had begun to fade, and said indifferently.

Immediately he moved his body and continued to maintain an unhurried speed, moving forward toward the depths of the jungle.

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