Palimero walked out of the camp and walked towards Zi Chen outside the camp. He had insisted on going alone before, but naturally no one agreed.
Through watching the battles in the past few days, they could see how powerful Zi Chen was, and they were worried that Zi Chen was still hiding his clumsiness. If there was a powerful way to kill Parimero in a single encounter, they would have no place to cry.
"Hello, Zi Chen."
Parimero stopped dozens of meters away from Zi Chen. If he came alone at this distance, he would naturally be stressed, but now it is Zi Chen who should be stressed.
Fortunately, there were only a few second-rank Wangs and no one else followed, otherwise he would really be worried that Zi Chen would be scared away.
"Is that you?" Zi Chen said coldly.
"My name is Parimello, from the Parry family."
Palimero smiled faintly, his smile was gentle, even kind.
Zi Chen frowned. He did not expect that the person who could mobilize so many aborigines would be a second-rank king.
At this moment, he was thinking about whether he could use all his cards to kill the opponent in an instant.
In this way, without the other party's command, I believe he can seize the opportunity and rush out.
Palimero looked at the calm Zi Chen and said, "I guess you are thinking about how to kill me now? I advise you to give up this idea. I already know your methods very well, so what can you do?
Maybe you can kill me?"
"Your combat power is not weak, you have a ghost clone, and there is a space that can take you to teleport. Your friends should be hiding in that space, right?"
Zi Chen's expression did not change. Since the other party could monitor his every move, knowing his methods, it was obviously normal.
"The two armies are fighting. Bu Zhan is here. I will let you go today, but you will die in the end. Don't think that I will recruit you, that is impossible. We will not breed tigers, you must die!"
When talking, Palimello was always smiling, and his attitude seemed to be that of an old friend Zi Chen hadn't seen for many years.
Zi Chen looked at the other person and remained silent.
The next moment, his expression changed and his figure disappeared from the place.
A sword mark suddenly appeared, passing over Zi Chen's body, leaving a cut mark in the air.
Zi Chen appeared in the distance, with a blood mark on his arm. He ignored the bleeding wound and did not look at the aboriginal who made the sneak attack. He just looked at Parimello with a cold smile in his eyes.
Whoosh!
The next moment, his figure disappeared.
The moment he disappeared, another sword mark passed by, and several streaks of blood flew in the air.
"The speed is pretty good. If I had been careless, if I had known better, I would have placed a third-grade craftsman here. Maybe I could have killed him."
Looking at the line of blood in mid-air, Palimero waved his hand, signaling that the third-grade king would come back and there was no need to pursue him any further.
Zi Chen retreated, with two more sword marks on his body.
In front of an absolute enemy, Zichen can understand the lack of moral integrity. The other party is talking about Bu Zhan coming to envoy while arranging a sneak attack of the third grade Wang, and he can accept it.
But when he accepted this incident, Zi Chen also had murderous intent in his heart.
It was naturally impossible to run out for the time being, so he could only take advantage of this period of time to take the initiative to kill.
Life is flowing through his body, and his previous injuries are improving rapidly.
A team appeared in Zi Chen's sight. This time, Zi Chen did not actively wait for their arrival, but teleported in front of them.
The moment he appeared, his clone appeared from the other side, and the Soul-Eating King Grass also appeared from mid-air.
The battle broke out instantly.
The energy of the thunder body was in a violent state, and during the roar of energy, several first-level digital kings were knocked away by him.
The Soul-Eating King Grass, which had been waiting for a long time, took the opportunity to launch an attack and penetrated the bodies of these people.
On the other side of the clone, stone knives were slashed at them, and they were beheaded one after another.
Before the other teams arrived, the battle here was over, and Zi Chen teleported away.
This team without a second-grade king was completely slaughtered in a short period of time.
This was the price of these two wounds on his body.
Teleport away and replace each other with the clone. After the consumption is fully restored, Zi Chen will continue killing.
During this period, he will encounter many forces, and many gods can see this, which is extremely shocking.
Three years have passed. During these three years, the encirclement has shrunk a lot.
Zi Chen's figure appeared again, and another team arrived.
Among this team, there is a second-grade king.
Whoosh!
Next to Zi Chen, there was a ray of light, it was the monk.
He held a light shield and rushed towards the second-grade king.
A ray of light was aroused above the light shield. The light enveloped the light shield, and a powerful and thick aura burst out.
boom!
The monk ran rampant and collided with the second-rank Wang. A powerful force exploded, and the second-rank Wang was directly knocked away by the monk.
Zi Chen and his clone appeared, plus the Soul-Eating King Grass, and began to slaughter other Wang Yipin.
With a proud smile on the monk's face, he bumped into Wang Erpin again.
This was a second-grade king from the Craftsman Clan, and the heavy hammer in his hand suddenly fell.
The heavy hammer fell on the light shield, causing countless ripples on the light shield. The powerful force stimulated the lines on the light shield. The next moment, these lines glowed, forming a strong counter-shock force.
boom!
This second-grade king was once again knocked away by the force of the counterattack.
In the blink of an eye, all Wang Yipin here were slaughtered, leaving only Wang Erpin alone.
The void flickered, and a black shadow appeared silently next to Wang Erpin.
Buzz!
Next to Wang Erpin, a light of rules appeared, and this light protected his body.
The energy trembled, and Wang Erpin's figure retreated, but the light of rules on his body did not disappear.
Immediately afterwards, Zi Chen's real body and clone arrived, powerfully breaking through the second-level Wang's defense and killing the opponent.
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Looking at the disappearing image on the memory crystal, Palimero's face gradually became gloomy. In the past few years, the friends around Zi Chen have appeared one after another.
They still haven't awakened, but they have the combat power to deal with them, which causes them great losses.
The only thing that makes him feel lucky now is that after several years of shrinking, the encirclement has become extremely small.
The time to close the network is not far away.
Two more years later, when the death toll of the aborigines nearly exceeded three digits, the encirclement was finally reduced to a limit.
Palimello looked at the small circle of light on the sand table and said, "Let's go, it's time to close the net."
He headed towards the circle of light.
In that circle of light, Zi Chen was surrounded by everyone.
The space he was in was suppressed by countless realms, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
He stood there, with four people standing beside him: Monk, Lei Ting, Wang Xian'er, and Zhang Haotian.
Over the years, they have killed too many indigenous people.
Looking at the dark crowd around him, Zi Chen said indifferently: "It's time to fight hard."