Facing the large-scale group attack of the two men, Ziying locked onto the enemy in the melee. Purple lightning gradually burned in his autumn eyes, and the next moment, he had strangely transformed into a thousand illusory shadows.
Wherever an illusory figure appeared, a member of the Yi Mo Cult covered his throat, blood gurgling along his fingers, his eyes rested on the illusory body in disbelief, and then waited for the thousands of phantoms to disappear.
In the air, he fell straight down.
Thousands of people fell to the ground at the same time, but there was only one sound of contact with the ground. This sweat-inducing scene witnessed the power of Ziying's new fighting skills.
The steps that Yi Mo Cult Leader wanted to move seemed to have taken root. He was nailed to the ground and dared not move any more. The remaining Yi Mo Cult members were also frightened by several killing gods and rushed towards Xiao Yao and Nan in a panic.
On Erming's side, he hopes that these two are not as perverted as the previous people, hoping for the slightest bit of luck.
"Damn it, do you really treat me like a soft persimmon?" Nan Erming was a little bit dumbfounded. Looking at the crowds of Yi Mo Cult members who were rushing towards him like bereaved dogs, he couldn't even think of using the stunning spear.
Staring at the crowd getting closer and closer with some resentment, Nan Erming raised his palms and patted the air. The light green mist was like a flowing transparent body, slowly becoming thicker and drowning the rush like a floating gauze.
The Yi Mo Cult members at the front covered everything within a few hundred feet with a hazy shell.
The dreamlike mist quickly penetrated into the protective fighting spirit of the Yi Mo Cult members and merged with their bodies. The fastest ones suddenly felt a tightness in their chests, and their consciousness blurred for a while. They covered their chests and thumped.
He fell to the ground with a sound, and his body was about to corrode. The greener mist gradually rose from his internal organs and melted into the endless mist, which became thicker.
As the bodies fell one after another, the fog was so thick that it was almost impossible to dissolve it. The fairyland-like fog was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all living objects. In the blink of an eye, Nan
There was no longer a living person who could stand up within a few hundred meters around Erming.
The members of the Yi Mo Cult who were rushing forward to fight for the road to escape saw that something was not going well. They turned around in shock and wanted to retreat. The storm raised its staff lightly, and the wind suddenly turned. The quiet mist was driven by the wind and enveloped the land like a sky.
As we went down, the screams suddenly fell silent again, leaving corpses all over the ground...
At this point, all the Yi Mo Cult members who invaded the Xiao clan, including the frightened and bewildered Yi Mo Cult leader, only had a few dozen people left. At this time, Xiao Yao was standing in front of these remaining soldiers with a proud look on his face.
"Don't you want to escape from me? I will grant your wish." Glancing at the stunned defeated soldiers, Xiao Yao raised his hand coldly, and clenched it tightly, surging white fighting spirit.
It condensed into a huge phantom, with the faint sound of a lion's roar.
The five-star primary strength exploded with all his strength, and Xiao Yao punched out hard, with a huge white lion looming in it, which made people feel shattered.
The leader of Yi Mo, who had long lost his fighting spirit, reluctantly raised his hands to fight against the trapped beast, but was immediately blown away like a kite with its string broken, knocking away countless flowers, plants and trees before being carried into the grass.
The rest of the remaining people all bled to death from the seven holes under the power of the punch.
The leader of Yi Mo Cult was struggling in embarrassment, his clothes were in tatters. Looking at the whole valley where he was the only one left in Yi Mo Cult, his hands and feet became cold. The original plan that was sure of success was completely overturned after Xiao Yan joined. Now even he himself
It was just fish meat on the chopping board. He stared blankly at Xiao Yan and the others who were walking in step by step, and suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.
"Are you going to commit suicide or stay alive?" Xiao Yan stopped a few steps away from the leader of Yi Mo and asked coldly.