Zhang Lang stood high in the sky, moving his toes from time to time.
This is not treading on the moon in the void, he is just treading on air, just like treading on water.
The resistance of the air will increase geometrically as the speed of movement increases. Theoretically, if you can paddle your hands and feet fast enough, you can swim in the air. This is naturally a fantasy for ordinary people, but for Zhang
Lang, this is completely trivial.
In fact, he could do this kind of thing before he was promoted to a hero, but he had never thought of this application before. After the attribute explosion, he could feel the air thicker than water whenever he moved, so he started practicing
This technology.
Although the power and speed are far inferior to the Void Moon Stepping, there is no cooling and it is still very convenient in an atmospheric environment.
The Si tribe below were all focused on Fandigaro and did not pay attention to Zhang Lang in the sky, which allowed him to observe the battle situation below with peace of mind.
There are a total of eighteen members of the Si tribe, and the strongest among them is the one who came out first, the one who uses the spear. But even he is far from the strength of Fandigaro. The eighteen Si tribes are like ten in front of the big devil.
The eight cockroaches have been able to survive till now because of their coordinated advance and retreat.
With such a tacit understanding, these guys should be teammates on the same altar, and their overall strength is not bad.
But unfortunately, Fandigaro is already a super monster of great value. Coupled with his larger size and stronger strength, ordinary hero teams are no match for him.
The fighting heroes of the Si tribe tried their best, using various skills and powerful weapons in turn. The battle area covered a radius of ten miles, and almost all the nearby land was plowed.
After receiving these attacks, Fandigaro was also covered with bruises. With his only remaining eye, he looked at the Si tribe jumping up and down around him. He was furious, but he could do nothing.
As everyone knows, although this Si tribe team does not appear to be injured or reduced, it is still in more pain than Fandigaro.
The battle only lasted a few minutes, and their skills, ammunition, and supplies were almost exhausted. However, this big monster had not fallen down yet, and its movements were not greatly affected. It was obvious that it was just a flesh wound.
This battle consumes not only resources but also energy!
The excellent formation indeed prevented the demon king from catching them, but the high-intensity movement that followed also caused a rapid consumption of physical strength.
Combined magic can indeed neutralize Fandigaro's flames, but the price is the accelerated depletion of magic power!
Facing a monster that can kill you in one blow, every step is like walking on thin ice. Such a psychological burden and mental drain cannot be ignored!
Not to mention the loss of weapons and wear and tear of equipment, especially the huge mecha that has been restraining the front, one arm and half a leg have been removed, and it can only barely resist...
If this monster cannot be defeated within one minute, the Si clan will inevitably suffer from attrition!
Damn it, where did the monster come from? Is it a counterattack from the Shen tribe? Then why didn’t I see half of the Shen tribe? Besides, how did such a big monster appear quietly? Summoning? What must it be?
Level skills?
Along with a series of question marks, the Si tribe's team struggled to hold on, but this balance could not be maintained forever. Finally, the huge mecha could no longer withstand Fandigaro's heavy punch and collapsed completely!
The pilot immediately ejected and flew away, but was caught up by Fandigaro. The big devil slapped his palms together with a snap sound, like swatting a mosquito, and struck the poor Si tribe with a dimension-reducing blow.
The main tank fell, which was a devastating blow to the team. This kill became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The Si tribe's formation began to collapse around this, and the huge Fandigaro opened four lines.
The arm, like a mad dog that broke free from the chain, began to hunt down other Si tribesmen!
No one could resist the big devil's attack. In the blink of an eye, another Si tribe member was hit by Fandigaro's tail, and exploded into a ball of blood mist on the spot!
"Escape quickly, as many as you can!" the spear-armored Si clan shouted, "Find other strongholds and report the situation here!"
Seeing those Si tribes dispersed in a hurry, how could Fandigaro agree to it? You have been fighting around me for so long, and you want to run away when you see that you can't beat me? How can it be so cheap!
The big devil's wings flapped and flew high into the sky, intending to use the speed advantage brought by his size to pursue them one by one.
But at this moment, an alarm sounded deep in Fandigaro's demon soul.
The summoning time has come and he is about to disappear!
How can you do this?
Looking at the bugs running around, Fandigaro was angry and annoyed. The alarm clock had already started counting down, and there was no time for him to kill them one by one!
This life is coming to an end anyway, so we might as well do nothing while they don't run far!
Fandigaro's heart trembled, and surging fire elements swept around his body, and the concentration began to increase rapidly!
"This is..." Several Si tribesmen who were proficient in magic noticed something was wrong. They turned back to look at the huge demon king, their eyes full of horror!
"If this spell is used, the nearby area of dozens of kilometers will turn into scorched earth... There is no way to stop it, and there is no way to escape..."
Everything is over...
However, just when the Si people fell into despair,
The strong fire element suddenly collapsed and escaped like a deflated rubber ball, turning into a hot wind blowing across the earth.
what happened?
The Si tribe looked back in surprise and found that the huge demon king in mid-air still maintained the posture of casting spells, but a neat gap opened in the middle of the body, turning into two even halves, and slowly fell.
"died?"
All the Si clansmen were shocked, looking at the two halves of the corpse, which turned into nothing and disappeared before it hit the ground, as if it had never existed.
"What exactly is going on……"
Before the Si tribe could react, they all felt their eyes darken and lost consciousness.
When they woke up again, they found themselves lying on the wasteland, with a tall Shen man standing in front of them.
"Shen Clan Samsara?" The Si Clan immediately planned to fight back, but as soon as the man's eyes narrowed, they felt an invisible force pressing on them, unable to move.
Both body and soul are trembling...
"Hiss... who are you?" The spear-armored clan leader asked with a vigilant look on his face, sticking out his tongue.
"I ask, you answer!" Zhang Lang did not answer the Si tribe's question, but asked himself: "What is your name, and which altar are you on?"
Feeling the opponent's overwhelming power, the Si clan could only answer honestly: "We are from the seventeenth altar. I am the altar leader, and my name is Slashi."
Zhang Lang nodded: "How many strongholds do you have in this world now? Which altar are they at?"
"I can't tell you this!" Slashy refused decisively.
brush!
As he finished speaking, the snake head of a Si teammate next to him also flew up, and blood spattered out...