"There is no body of the old bastard!" Lin Zhiming stood on the big tree and said solemnly.
The absence of corpses means that the old bastard did not die here, so where did he go? Why are there so many corpses of his men here?
"Zhi Ming, didn't you say that your master's men would come, but why didn't you see any trace?" Zhao Tuntian suddenly asked.
"Yes, why didn't they come?!" Lin Zhiming looked around in confusion. Before he set off, he had already arranged for someone to pass the news to his subordinates, asking them to come and follow him at this time.
After meeting together, no one showed up. This was really a bit abnormal.
"Could it be that your master didn't let them come?" Zhao Tuntian asked.
"Impossible!" Lin Zhiming shook his head. He was a tyrant. His order was to let his men come over. How could he not let them come?
"Then why didn't you see anyone? Not one!" Zhao Tuntian said.
"That can only mean one thing..." Lin Zhiming glanced at everyone with a solemn face and said, "Either they can't get out, or they can't receive the message I sent! Everyone, come with me to my master's house.
There must be something wrong with the territory!"
After saying this, Lin Zhiming rushed out quickly towards the north.
The other people didn't hesitate and rushed out together with Lin Zhiming.
At the same time, in the tyrant's territory.
The houses that were originally well-proportioned have long been destroyed.
Bodies were scattered on the ground.
Near the Lake of Despair, Chen Bahuang and others stood next to each other, looking at the people around them with murderous intent.
In front of them, there were hundreds of people as far as the eye could see!
The weakest among these hundreds of people are all at the level of Wu Qing. As for the ones above the level of King of Martial, there are also quite a few strong ones at the God of War level.
This can almost be regarded as the largest gathering of powerful people in the foreign battlefield in so many years.
There are as many as eight controllers of each territory, each of whom is a God of War powerhouse, and there are also cadres and elites under their command.
Without any warning, these powerful men launched a brutal attack on the territory of the tyrant and his allies, leaving almost no survivors wherever they passed.
The only ones left alive now are these cadres under Lin Zhiming.
There are about twenty of them in total, including Chen Bahuang, the six-man killing squad, the sword-carrying girl Xiao Ai, etc.
The strength of these people has been improved in recent times, and Chen Bahuang has even reached the God of War level. But even so, these people were seriously injured at this time because they were facing a huge coalition force.
The leader of these coalition forces is a man who has never had a name on the battlefield outside the territory. His name is Bai Hao.
Chen Bahuang couldn't figure out why this man named Bai Hao could command so many controllers, and even the old bastard became his subordinate.
"The tyrant is indeed a fake. Come to think of it, the so-called tyrant's apprentice Lin Zhiming should be the tyrant himself, right?" Bai Hao said, looking at Qian Mian who was surrounded by people not far away.
Qianmian had been injured in the previous battle and was forced to break her disguise and reveal her true identity.
"Emissary Bai, there's no need to talk nonsense to these people. Just kill them all. They have no use value!" the old bastard standing next to Bai Hao said excitedly.
"They are still valuable. There is a God of War and a King of Martial here. This combination is enough to catch a lot of prey!" Bai Hao said, looking at Chen Bahuang and others and said, "I will give you a chance to surrender to me.
Do something for me and I will spare your lives."
"Once you are a subordinate of a tyrant, you will never be disobedient. Even if I die here, I will never become your subordinate!" Chen Bahuang said expressionlessly.
"Yes, who do you think you are? You can only bully others when there are more people. You are the only one who wants to conquer us. What a fool!" Xiao Ai said as he waved his sword at Bai Hao and others.
Maybe the movement pulled the wound, Xiao Ai's face changed slightly, and she quickly put her hand down.
"Lin Zhiming...what kind of charm does he have that can make you all willing to die for him?" Bai Hao asked with a frown.
He had deep resentment towards Lin Zhiming, so after seeing the behavior of these people, he was very curious as to why they were so loyal to Lin Zhiming.
"His personality charm is something you can't feel, and you will never reach his height in your lifetime. Old bastard, you are considered a tycoon in vain, but you are willing to be conquered by such a person. It is really ridiculous, so ridiculous!" Qian Mian looked down upon him with contempt!
said.
"Being alive is better than being dead!" said the old bastard.
"Since you are unwilling to surrender, then... let me send you on the road with the others!" Bai Hao said, raising his hand and waving.
A huge number of people attacked Chen Bahuang and others together.
These cadres under Lin Zhiming all stood up and formed a defensive circle next to each other. At the same time, they faced the enemy in front. No one could see timidity on their faces. Some were just brave and fearless, and some were just brave and fearless.
It's just the heroic attitude of seeing death as home.
"One day, His Majesty the Tyrant will definitely avenge us. Brothers, it is my fortune, Chen Bahuang, to be with you all in this life. Kill!" Chen Bahuang shouted angrily and rushed out first.
No one else, no matter men, women, old or young, hesitated and followed Chen Bahuang to kill him.
The shouting of killing was so loud that even a little girl shouted with a momentum that ordinary people could not match.
However, no matter how loud the momentum is, they will not stand a chance when facing opponents who are several times their size and stronger than themselves.
Everyone knows that this may be the last sound they can make in this life.
The two groups of people are getting closer and closer to each other.
Looking from top to bottom, you can clearly see that the crowd on Bai Hao's side formed a big open mouth, while the cadres under Lin Zhiming, headed by Chen Bahuang, formed a sword, straight
stabbed into the big mouth.
Just when the sword was about to be swallowed by the big mouth, a figure suddenly jumped out from the woods nearby.
There was more than one figure, a total of five figures sprang out from the woods.
These five figures rose into the sky at extremely fast speeds, and then fell rapidly from the sky.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Five figures landed one after another, and the place where they landed was actually between two waves of people.
These five people were wearing the unique combat uniforms of the Dragon Clan, and they were facing hundreds of people on the old bastard's side.
Chen Bahuang and others all stopped.
"Your Majesty the Tyrant!"
"Boss!"
People exclaimed one after another.
At the same time, the old bastard and others also slowed down their pace.
"You're here!" The old bastard looked at the man standing in the middle of the five and shouted with murderous intent.
This person is none other than Lin Zhiming.
And standing next to Lin Zhiming were the four dragon kings!
Five people faced hundreds of people, and their momentum exploded instantly.
The terrifying momentum was like a wave, crushing the hundreds of people in front of him.
The clouds in the sky seemed to be shaken by this momentum, and floated in the direction of the old bastard and the others.
A shadow enveloped the old bastard and the others.
"Sorry everyone, I'm a little late!" Lin Zhiming looked back at the cadres under him and said apologetically.
"Boss, be careful!" Xiao Ai suddenly screamed.
Lin Zhiming looked back and saw that the old bastard had rushed out of the crowd and rushed towards him.
The old bastard's speed was much faster than Lin Zhiming's impression. He stepped forward quickly and was in front of Lin Zhiming in the blink of an eye.
"Do you think I am still the same person I was before? Even if you are one of the Ten Gods of War, I will kill you today!" The old bastard roared in his heart, clenched his fist and punched Lin Zhiming in front of him.
call out!
This punch caused bursts of explosions.
You can imagine how powerful this punch must be!
The power of this punch has already surpassed that of the God of War, and even surpassed the top ten gods of war!
Lin Zhiming looked at the old bastard in front of him. He didn't know why the old bastard appeared here, but he knew that the old bastard was still his enemy.
Lin Zhiming raised his hand, made a simple fist, and then punched the old bastard's fist.
Facing this old opponent, Lin Zhiming didn't use any tricks, just fist to fist.
boom!
There was a muffled sound.
The fists of the two people collided violently in the air.
A terrifying force spread out from the place where the two collided.
The next moment, the old bastard's arm bones suddenly broke.
At the same time, the bones of the five fingers on Lai Bastard's fist were also cracked.
The bones penetrated the muscles and skin and were directly exposed to the air.
The old bastard's expression changed.
His punch was like hitting an iron wall!
Moreover, there was a force that he could not contend with on this iron wall.
The old bastard suddenly stopped his legs and tried to move back with all his strength.
However, Lin Zhiming didn't want to give him time to retreat.
The next moment, Lin Zhiming's fist continued to push forward.
Visible to the naked eye, Lin Zhiming's fist directly broke through the old bastard's fist, as if a sausage had been hit hard against the wall.
The collapse starts from the position of the fist, then the forearm of the hand, then the elbow, then the biceps...
puff!
In the blink of an eye, the old bastard's right hand turned into blood and minced meat and sprayed out behind him.
One arm was lost with one punch!
The old bastard was stunned.
The four dragon kings were stunned.
The people behind the old bastard were also stunned.
That's it?
The old bastard who claimed that his strength had reached the level of the Ten Gods of War, had his entire arm broken apart by Lin Zhiming with just one punch?
"This punch is for my brothers who died in the battle." Lin Zhiming said calmly.
"No, it's impossible..." The old bastard took half a step back uncontrollably.
Lin Zhiming took a step forward at this time.
He held his left hand and contracted it back. When the contraction reached its extreme, he punched the old bastard again.
The wind blew Lin Zhiming's clothes and the calm surface of the Lake of Despair.