Hearing the sound coming from behind, the little old man, the elder of the Nether Clan, looked back, his expression suddenly brightened, and he immediately yelled at the thousands of men in front of him.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Sure enough, the few guys who came back quickly from a distance, dressed in similar clothes to the little old man who was the elder of the Nether Clan, were none other than the elders of the Nether Clan.
"Holy Prison, withdraw!"
Wen Tianhao was having a great time throwing knives at the crowds under the Nether Clan. He glanced this way and immediately roared in the direction of the Holy Prison.
"Okay!"
The two of them cooperated very well, and they have always adopted this strategy in the past two days, attacking when they come up, and running away when the enemy's reinforcements come.
“Swish swish swish!”
Wen Tianhao threw out another flying knife, shooting directly through the dozens of Nether Tribe men who rushed up in front of him. Then, as if he transformed into a flying knife, he rushed into the crowd with a whoosh, and galloped directly outside.
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"Boom!"
Holy Prison also gave up and started to rush towards Wen Tianhao. Just now, he had not had a head-on confrontation with the elder of the Underworld Clan, but now he was full of energy, and now he was sprinting very fast with all his strength.
"It's not that easy to leave!"
This little old man, the elder of the Nether Clan, got angry and ran away after beating him? How could such a cheap thing happen?
He roared angrily, and the power of the underworld in his body suddenly burst out. As his body suddenly spread forward, it immediately enveloped the Holy Prison.
Immediately, hundreds of subordinates gathered around him, surrounding the Holy Prison with three levels inside and three outside.
"Hey, you want to stop your Holy Prison Grandpa? You're still far away!"
Holy Prison turned his head and grinned at the little old man, the elder of the Underworld clan, with disdain and contempt in his voice.
That is to say, Qing'er does not allow them to confront the masters of the Nether Clan head-on, and must conserve their strength to deal with the Nether Clan's general attack, otherwise the Holy Prison really wants to have a fight with this little old man, the elder of the Nether Clan.
Now that every member of Zhanlong is very strong, they may not really be afraid of this elder of the Nether Tribe.
"How dare you be so arrogant!"
Seeing that several other elders were about to rush over for reinforcements, the old man, the elder of the Nether Clan, was furious. His body shook slightly, and the terrifying power of the Nether Clan suddenly burst out again, completely surrounding the Holy Prison.
For masters at this level, using this power to control people is no different than using walls to trap people inside.
The Holy Prison, now in the center of the siege, felt as if its breath was suddenly suffocated, and huge pressure was immediately felt on the body.
However, for the Holy Prison, this is not a problem!
"roar!"
Holy Prison suddenly roared, and the power within his body exploded like a ignited powder keg.
His body is expanding rapidly, and his whole person is like a completely crazy beast, unstoppable!
"Break it for me!"
The beast-shaped Holy Prison raised his fist and smashed forward.
"Bang!"
His punch came into direct contact with the power of the little old man, the elder of the Nether Clan, as if he punched a wall.
"Click, click!"
Then, cracks appeared out of thin air in front of the Holy Prison and spread rapidly in all directions.
Then there was a bang, and the power of the little old man, the elder of the Nether Clan, who was shrouded around him, suddenly disintegrated and dissipated directly around him.
The face of the little old man, the elder of the Holy Prison, changed drastically. He never expected that the power of the Holy Prison could reach such an extent. He wanted to surround it, but the other party broke his power with one punch!
"Stop him!"
He was shocked and turned pale, and roared again towards the men in front who surrounded the Holy Prison.
It won't take long for the following reinforcement elders to arrive. If Holy Prison escapes at this time, how can this little old man, the elder of the Nether Clan, endure it.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
The beast-like Holy Prison had a ferocious expression, roared again, and its huge body instantly crushed the crowd of Hades in front of it.
That's right, just crush it.
"Bang bang bang!"
Every time he stepped on the ground, the whole ground seemed to be shaking.
At this time, he charged with all his strength, really like a tank charging into battle!
"Bang bang bang!"
As soon as he rushed forward, those underworld men who were blocking the way were in bad luck. They were just using mantis arms as chariots. As soon as the Holy Prison came into contact, it was like being hit by a mountain.
One after another, the guys were knocked away directly, and there was a crackling sound inside the body, and no one knew how many bones were broken.
Moreover, during the process of flying upside down, these guys were severely damaged in their internal organs, and each one of them vomited blood. Blood rain suddenly fell from the sky, and a strong smell of blood began to fill the air.
The scene felt extremely terrifying.
In this way, the powerful Holy Prison relied on its super strength and body to forcefully fight its way through thousands of Nether Tribe men. No, it should be said that it broke out a bloody path.
Everywhere he passed was screaming, it was like hell on earth!
"Stop him..."
The little old man, the elder of the Nether Clan, was still shouting desperately from behind.
But it is of no use at all. The Holy Prison is now full of blood and looks like a murderous god from hell. The underworld subordinates have been frightened out of their courage. Who dares to stop him?
They screamed and ran in both directions. If they ran a little slower, they would be hit by the Holy Prison. This collision would result in death or disability. Who is not afraid?
Therefore, in front of him, Holy Prison forced his way out of the way, but when he got to the back, he could hardly hit anyone, and all the Hell Tribe guys in front automatically gave way to him.
A few minutes later.
“Enjoyable!”
In the grove, Holy Prison touched the blood on his face and grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth.
Wen Tianhao was standing in front of him. The two of them had broken through the encirclement and had shaken off the elders of the Nether Clan who were following behind. They were temporarily adjusting here.
"Killing is quite enjoyable, but it's not enough. We have to find ways to kill more."
Wen Tianhao had more on his mind. As he spoke, he was still deep in thought.
Since the dragon-killing plan started on the first day, the Underworld tribe had taken precautions on the second day. In addition to gathering the people, they also specially arranged several elders to serve as a small team for quick support.
Once something happens, several elders or masters from the Nether Clan will quickly rush over to provide support.
Therefore, the efficiency of Zhanlong's killing operations is greatly reduced. Sometimes they cannot kill many of the opponent's people, so they have to retreat quickly.
"What you said makes sense, but what should we do now? Qing'er and the others should have already withdrawn."
Holy Prison asked from the side. Just now, he could faintly hear shouts of killing coming from afar. It should be that other Dragon War Brothers were also taking action, but the sound quickly disappeared, and they must have retreated.
"Holy Prison, do you dare to take a risk with me?"
Wen Tianhao was thinking and suddenly looked up at the Holy Prison.