The city wall was hammered by giant hands, and large rocks fell down. As the leader of the Gaussian tribe, O'Kalun hurriedly avoided, and finally managed to stabilize his body, but a trace of sadness appeared on his face.
The Gaussian tribe has ruled the Solu Plain for hundreds of years, but this is the first time that this rock city, which symbolizes dominance, has been destroyed.
"The blood bursts out!"
Seeing that the city wall was destroyed, O'Callen's eyes were red, and the power of blood exploded in his body, as if it turned into streams of light, and his originally tall and burly body began to make sounds.
Crackling!
The sound of bones breaking and healing continued to sound, and the short hair tied behind his head began to grow crazily. In a moment, O'Callen's image changed greatly, looking as ferocious as a demon from hell.
The next moment, O'Callen roared angrily.
Trampling on the rocks of the city wall under his feet, the furious warrior jumped into the air. The bronze sword in his hand seemed to be wrapped in the power of blood, showing a crimson color, full of blood and killing.
"Fury Warrior?"
In mid-air, a trace of ferocity appeared on Timos's face, and two arms that seemed to be condensed by black mist shot forward in vain. O'Callen jumped up, dodged one of the palms, but was hit by another.
He caught it with his palm.
"Lord O'Callen!"
"leader!"
Below, the blood warriors of the Zhangui Tribe exclaimed in surprise. In their eyes, the extremely powerful Furious Warrior, the ruler of the Solu Plain, seemed to have no power to resist when facing the evil king Deimos.
Click!
The King of Evil exerted his palms in vain, and the sound of the air being squeezed sounded like an explosion. O'Kalun, who was held in it, roared violently, and the power of blood burst out instantly.
boom!
The crimson air wave broke through the wall, the bronze sword broke through the restraints, and O'Callen suddenly emerged from the evil giant's palm, and then fell to the ground.
"Huh? Did you run away?"
Feeling the pain on the back of his hand, a trace of surprise appeared on Timos's face. Then he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of black mist. The wound on his palm healed quickly, and he returned to normal in a moment.
On the ground, O'Callen stood up with difficulty.
Around him, the leaders of various tribes, one by one, the red-striped warriors, gathered around him. Although they despaired of the power of the evil king, the red-striped warriors gritted their teeth and persisted.
The King of Evil looked down at O'Karun below and shook his head in a joking manner.
Then, he did not continue to attack, but spit out a large cloud of black mist towards the city wall of the Gaussian tribe, and then stretched out his huge palm to grab the blood warriors on the wall.
"Be careful, get out of the way!"
"No! Jump down..."
On the city wall shrouded in black mist, the Gaussian Blood Warriors were like a group of headless flies, dodging in all directions in the face of the evil king's giant hand, but it was impossible to avoid such a ranged attack.
Crunch!
One by one, the blood warriors were caught by the King of Evil and thrown into his mouth like snacks. With bursts of shrill screams and creepy chewing sounds, their bodies were bitten into pieces and eaten.
Blood flowed from the corners of the Evil King's mouth, like a demon under the abyss.
The horrific scene made all blood warriors tremble. Although the descendants of the blood-killing god were not afraid of death, such a horrific and painful death method was still difficult for them to accept.
If it weren't for faith in God, I'm afraid some people would have fled long ago.
On the city wall, the blood warriors of the Gaussian tribe fled in panic under the attack of giant hands. The King of Evil laughed ferociously, and then looked down at the blood warriors from other tribes.
"Every Causian tastes the same."
Timos's voice was like thunder, and he said with a ferocious smile: "Perhaps, I should try to change my taste!"
After saying that, the evil king directly spit out a ball of black mist.
"Everyone, be careful!"
On the ground, Drogo shouted, and the palms falling from above made him feel a little scared. Only the bronze spear in his hand could bring a sense of security, but it was only comfort in his heart.
"No! Save me..."
Before the blood warriors from each tribe could recover, a frightened cry for help came from nearby. Drogo turned his head suddenly and looked around. Through the mist spit out by the evil king, he saw a familiar figure.
figure.
"Bennett!!"
Drogo couldn't help but exclaimed. The war ghost named Bennett was a red-striped warrior like himself. The other tribe's tribe had been allies with the Tatar tribe for generations, and they supported each other in times of crisis.
But now, Bennett has fallen into the hands of the evil king.
Drogo wanted to help him from the bottom of his heart, but when he tightened his grip on the bronze spear in his hand, he felt a complete sense of powerlessness. The gap between the red-striped warrior and the evil king was simply too great, just like an ant facing a giant.
If it was a Furious Warrior, it might still have some impact on Deimos.
But forget it about the red-striped warriors. Even if Drogo's energy and blood burst out, it would be impossible to inflict any harm to the evil king. The opponent could even crush him to death by just moving his fingers at will.
There were creepy chewing sounds and shrill screams.
Despair spread around the Gaussian tribe. Finally, a red-striped warrior couldn't bear the oppression. After letting out a scream, he couldn't even take care of his blood warriors and ran towards the plains with all his strength.
The occurrence of this situation seemed to have a chain reaction.
The blood warriors below fled one after another. A trace of anger appeared on O'Callen's face, but then it turned into a helpless smile. The power of the Evil King made everyone despair. Without the [Tyrant], even if
Even if you exhaust the life of every blood warrior in the Solu Plain, you won't be able to defeat the opponent.
In this case, escape seems to be the only option.
Although in the creed of the War Ghost clan, fighting represents glory, and running away is an indelible shame, but in the face of the powerful evil king, it seems that few War Ghosts are truly unafraid of death.
"Hahaha! Are these the people of the blood-killing god?"
In mid-air, the evil king Deimos let out a burst of wanton laughter, and then a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "But it's a pity, even if you want to escape, I will not give you this chance."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After saying that, Demos took a deep breath.
His chest inflated like a balloon, and then with force, a large cloud of black mist spurted out, as if a dark cloud fell on the ground, causing the blood warriors who escaped to instantly experience the transition between day and night.
The black mist continued to spread, covering a large area.
The blood warriors ran as hard as they could, but in the black fog, it seemed as if they had lost their end. No matter how they ran, they could not break out of the fog and could only spin like headless flies.
Black fog mystery!
One of the abilities of the King of Evil, Deimos, was that when he was fighting [Tyrant] Gosuo, he relied on this ability to successfully escape and save his life.
The blood warriors who were trapped in the mystery of the black mist were constantly depleting their energy and blood, but they were unable to break through the shackles. Everyone in the Tatar tribe was also trapped in it, but under Drogo's order, they did not escape and therefore did not disperse.
"Uncle Drogo, what should we do now?"
Next to him, a Tatar Blood Warrior looked pale. All he could see was a fog that seemed endless. It seemed impossible to escape, so everyone in the Tatar tribe fell into despair.
Drogo looked ugly and said nothing.
At the same time, in mid-air, the evil king Deimos was looking down at the mystery of the black mist. After trapping the descendants of the blood-killing god on the Solu Plain, he was not in a hurry to launch an attack.
"Where to start?"
A sinister smile appeared on Dimos's face. As the King of Evil, he likes to taste the taste of flesh and blood the most. The higher the level of the war ghost clan, the more delicious the taste. A piece of tyrant's flesh and blood he ate hundreds of years ago still remains to this day.
Let him never forget it.
"It's a pity that old guy Gauso is not here."
Dimos shook his head, with a trace of regret on his face. He glanced at the many war ghosts in the black mist, suddenly stopped, and asked in confusion: "Eh? Why are there still women?"
In the dark mist, Wendy looked blank.
Not long ago, after the Tatar tribe was recruited by the Gaussian tribe, in order to obtain the help of the evil ghost tribe, Drogo brought Wendy to the team by accident, hoping to use her to command the evil ghost tribe who could not communicate with each other.
However, the current situation was unexpected by Drogo.
"Did you sneak in by accident?"
Dimos looked puzzled. Although he had become the King of Evil under the pollution of the black mist, hundreds of years ago, Dimos was still an inferior member of the War Ghost Clan, so he had a certain understanding of the War Ghost Clan.
.
In the concept of the Zhangui tribe, women are just a resource.
Without the ability to master extraordinary power, every female warrior from the Ghost Tribe can only rely on the male to survive. Although she has lost her freedom, she does not have to fight like the male.
In the history of the Zhangui tribe, there has never been a case of a woman participating in a war.
"If you think about it carefully, it seems that I have never eaten a female warrior ghost."
In mid-air, the King of Evil smacked his mouth, a trace of interest flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he stretched out his arm with a grin, and went straight to Wendy's direction to grab her.
"Protect Miss Wendy!"
Seemingly sensing the threat from the Evil King, the evil ghost clan members who had been silent beside Wendy raised their weapons one after another and launched attacks against the giant hand coming from the sky.
However, the attacks from the evil ghosts were completely ineffective against the King of Evil.
"ah!!!"
The top of her head was shrouded by a giant hand. Wendy's face instantly turned pale, she let out a scream of terror, trembled and held her head, shivering.
All around, the evil ghost tribe rushed forward without fear of death.
An evil ghost soldier jumped into the air with a futile effort under his feet. His body, originally covered by an animal skin robe, instantly swelled up, and thick black mist flowed from his eyes, ears, and nose.
boom!
The next moment, the explosion sounded in vain. One of the evil ghost tribe's innate abilities is self-explosion!
Energy like black mist exploded in an instant.
The giant hand stretched out by the King of Evil made a squeaking sound as if it was being corroded, and a slight sting caused Deimos to frown, but he was more confused in his heart.
"What is this?"
Feeling the black mist aura emanating from the evil ghosts, Dimos was very confused. This aura was similar to that of the evil aliens, but as the king of evil aliens, low-level evil aliens could not attack Dimos.
Before Deimos could think about it, explosions sounded one after another.
After Wendy was threatened, all the evil ghosts chose to self-destruct. The power of the black mist condensed in their bodies burst out like bombs, turning into terrifying energy.
"Humph! What a ridiculous trick!"
As the evil ghosts self-destructed one after another, Dimos shook his head, with a ferocious smile on his face. Although he didn't know who the evil ghosts belonged to, this kind of weak attack could not attack third-level life forms at all.
The King of Evil, causing any substantial damage.
"It seems like you want to protect this woman?"
Deimos looked at Wendy and seemed to see something. A glimmer of interest flashed in his eyes. His outstretched arm sped up and grabbed the trembling girl directly.
"Enzo, save me!"
Wendy let out a cry of despair, and her body couldn't help but tremble violently. However, just as the giant hand above her head was about to fall, a black rune quietly appeared from Wendy's forehead.
The next moment, terrifying power burst out.
Dazzling black light emanated from Wendy. Different from the power of black mist, this breath was full of killing feeling. A black-feathered crow quietly spread its wings, and its dark eyes shone with bloodthirsty luster.
"My name is the Crow of Killing, Hershey!"
The Killing Crow, which had been dormant for a year, finally woke up at this moment. This was the method Enzo left on Wendy. The third-level life form, the Killing Crow, bloomed like a black flower when faced with threats.
On the ground, a dazzling black light flashed.
After waking up from Wendy's body, the Killing Crow floated in mid-air like a god. The strong black light seemed to dispel the power of the surrounding black mist in an instant.
Suddenly, the surroundings fell into silence.
The Blood Warriors, who were originally in the mystery of the black mist, looked at the Crow of Killing not far away, and felt an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, like a god-like aura, which made them kneel down.
"What is it? The King of Evil Beasts?"
On the other side, Dimos's face turned gloomy. He could feel the terrifying aura of the Killing Crow, and immediately inferred in his mind that it was the king of evil beasts at the same level as himself, but then he denied it because
The energy fluctuations emitted by the other party were something he had never felt before.
"snort!"
Then, the King of Evil snorted coldly. No matter what the Killing Crow represented, sitting still and waiting for death was not his creed. Deimos let out a roar, and the power of black mist in his body surged instantly, attacking like a wave of waves.
"I'm sorry to tell you that the game is over!"
Dimos's voice was loud, like the black mist that blocked the sky, transforming into countless monsters and sharp blades, and launched an attack at the next moment, saying in a deep voice: "This is a gift given to you by the God of Disaster, prepare to accept death!"
