"Oh, who pushed me..."

As soon as Yemo finished speaking, Jack behind him seemed to have tripped by someone, rushed out from behind and knocked over several cavalrymen. Before Powells and the others could react, he quickly stood up and looked frightened, "Powells? He was so crazy, and he was here with a scathing eyebrow. Don't think that using this method can scare me. I can't help it..."

As if he heard something extremely terrifying, Jack kept turning around, looking panicked, and looked very scared.

I have to say that Jack's words were really sudden, and everyone present was stunned, and a brief silence appeared in the field.

Please, please... Let's talk, hurry up, it will be dead...

"Damn it, you idiots! Why are you stupid guys in a daze? Why don't you take him off for me... What's wrong with me? How can we explain to Director Powells when we go back?" After a few seconds, Bernie's face suddenly became gloomy and shouted at the cavalry around him. Then he took a step forward in a slight way, crossed half of his body, bowed to Yemo and said, "I'm laughing, please forgive me. Well, by the way, you just said to look for our Director Powells?"

He paused and hesitated, "This... can I ask anything... Oh, look at me, I'm so talkative. The director should be in the security hall in the city now, and it's easy to find it."

...

Survival of the fittest and survival of the fittest is what makes sense everywhere.

Not to mention the former, just look at the latter. When encountering an irresistible powerful existence, some weak animals and plants will choose to turn on the outer protective color to confuse or drive away opponents. As the priest of all things, although people do not have the outer protective color, their ever-changing faces, respond quickly to thinking, emotionally rich body movements, etc., are enough for them to implement various disguises.

Jack's reaction was extremely quick, and he plucked up his courage to rush out immediately to interrupt Powells and the others' subsequent words, and a message that "Powells is not here."

This is completely gambling. There are too many unpredictable factors, and each factor may cause everyone present to die. However, Jack has no other choice. Since he is going to die at all levels, he naturally has to seize the opportunity to fight and treat the dead horse as a living horse.

Fortunately, his hard work was not in vain, so Bernie stood up in time to take it on.

Bernie didn't believe Jack, but he believed in his own judgment. Yemo came in a strange way. It was suspicious to start asking everyone about the identity of the Shanxi City Guard Hall, and then he even pointed out his name to find Bovis. It was almost certain that the other party was not good. Bernie and Bovis had a decades of friendship, but he didn't think he would have such a great distant relative...

Bernie's disguise performance was fine. He was meticulous and considered more comprehensively than Jack. His words, expressions, etc. were all clear. Even the pauses from time to time were also given attention, which showed his hesitation and fear of Yama's strength, which also won reaction time for Bovis and others. It was a good intention.

Bovis rubbed Tonghong's nose and quickly reacted. Then he kicked Jack without hesitation, with a fierce expression, "You still dare to move, do you deserve to beat him... Come on, suppress him, see if I won't beat this bastard to death today!" Of course, his next move was pulled by a few shiver cavalry, and then two more cavalrymen came out to drag Jack, who was curled up on the ground and moaning constantly, to the back.

The crowd was a little confused, but most people were still focused on Yemo.

Yemo's mouth was slightly raised at this time, and his expression was faint, as if he was a little stunned, or as if he was watching a show, and he was unable to see any clear information.

After a moment, calmly asked, "In the city?"

“Yeah. Yes.”

"No, no..." Shaking his finger, Yemo froze his eyes on Bovis, curling his lips and chuckling, "I heard that Bovis only has one eye."

After the words came, a knight's gun fell to the ground. The knight looked at the instant of his eyes, his face turned pale, his body was bent and trembling, and he wanted to pick it up but couldn't pick it up.

"Haha, it's you!" Yemo suddenly said, his eyes narrowed slightly, his face turned a little cold, and he looked up and down at Powells.

Of course, Yemo is not a fool. If you don’t say anything else, you can understand the threshold of the empty level realm. This is something that a fool can do. Jack and Bernie’s performance is no problem, but Powells’s outstanding position and the high-end armor on him have aroused his suspicion. Although Yemo does not know Powells, he still has this vision after being a bounty hunter for so many years. The subsequent temptation is to determine the result... In other words, as long as he becomes suspicious, no matter whether there is Powells or not, he will never let these people go...

It's over... Everyone's hearts were sank, and they stood there in a hurry. The knight with a little psychological quality was even more regretful, because of his stupid behavior, everyone might be dying here...

After rubbing the red nose, Powells leaned over and picked up the knight's gun on the ground, stuffed it into the cavalry's hand, patted him comfortably on the shoulder. Then he straightened his body, slowly pulled out the sword behind him, walked to Bernie, and faced Yang Mo's gaze head-on: "Although it's useless, I still want to ask about your identity, um, and why I look for me."

Yemo didn't say anything. After retracting his observation, he suddenly brushed his hand and a silver light flashed.

Bang... The sound of huge metal impact was heard, and Powells was hit head-on by a galloping horse. His red light flew over the heads of everyone like a cannonball. Then he thumped on the ground and rolled one after another.

Bang bang bang bang... A wave of friction sounds suddenly sounded in the field, and swords and knights were erected one after another. "Kill!" Bernie's eyes turned red in an instant. He did not dare to look at the situation of Powells behind him. He was attacked by a warrior who touched the threshold of the empty level. There was indeed no need to look at it. He held up a green spear and was about to stab it out in an instant.

"Stop...cough cough..."

Everyone turned their heads in shock and saw blood hanging on the corner of Powells' mouth, struggling to get up from the ground, the big sword in front of his chest was slapped directly and fell into his breastplate. It looked like he was being cut in half, but he was indeed alive and not seriously injured.

He staggered back, met Yemo's thoughtful eyes again, vomited blood, and said ruthlessly: "Identity... the reason?" At this point, Powells had no luck anymore, he just wanted to die to understand.

"Advanced Peak..." Yemo frowned and said Powells' strength level, a little confused, "I heard that Oref died at your hands?"

"Haha, it turns out that you came for the jackal. Want to know the reason?" Powells grinned happily, and the blood was divided into obvious on the teeth, and said provocatively, "I won't say it! If you want to know, please exchange the answer to my question."

Yemo shook his head and chuckled, without getting angry, pointing at Jack who was hiding behind the cavalry, "You seem to know something, huh, let's talk."

Looking at the gazes that Bovis and others cast, Jack spread his hands with a bitter face: "He is the leader of Yemo, huh, the Dusk Hunter Group."

Powells opened his mouth in shock, then shook his shoulders and laughed again: "Haha, it turns out that he was seeking revenge... Don't you want to know how that big jackal died? I can tell you now that he was killed by me with the hammer of Thor. In the end, only a dog's head was left, and he was taken away by the Temple of Light. You probably won't see it in your life, hahaha..."

His expression was still calm, Yemo shook his head: "I don't like your tone very much." After the words, he opened his hands, as if the wind was coming, and his long silver hair flew everywhere.

There was no earth-shaking momentum, but Powells suddenly felt a sank, as if he was carrying a pile of iron ore, his legs trembled and he was about to fall down. He squinted his eyes and looked at it. He didn't know when the area was covered with a layer of light silver gauze. There was no doubt that this was the source of these visions. With a roar, Powells burst out with a red fighting spirit without hesitation, stretching out the fighting spirit armor to compete, but the situation still did not change, he just barely maintained a standing posture.

This was true for Bovis, and the ordinary cavalry around him were even worse. Almost as soon as the silver yarn arrived, most of the cavalry had already fallen down and wanted to stand up again, but the ubiquitous pressure above was like a hill, pressing them tightly to the ground.

Soon, except for Bovis, Bernie was still standing and fighting hard, everyone else lay on the ground in humiliation. Jack was the same. In fact, with his strength, he could still hold on for a while, but thinking about the principle of shooting the first bird, he finally lay down quite obscenely.

This strange attack method has never been heard of by most people present. You should know that Yemo just raised his arm and even did not emit the light of fighting spirit around him, but the range attack has already arrived.

Is this the strength of an air-level warrior?
Chapter completed!