Like planting grass, he started scratching crazily in his heart... Every stroke poked his G-spot, making him feel itchy and uncontrollable. It was as if Su Heqing and Liu Xiaoran were attacking him at the same time, leaving him completely helpless.
I tried to parry, feeling like I was going to be defeated in the blink of an eye.
ahead.
Huang Yuan coughed a few times, and his palms were covered with bright red blood.
He hunched over and sat down on the seat next to him, with a look of fatigue on his face... At this point, he still didn't know that he was injured.
Is the flying sword poisonous?
But the poison of the desolate man's blood itself is the most powerful poison in the world... He really can't think of any other poison in this world that can be difficult for a god-level desolate man like him to tolerate.
"Hateful, hateful human being, if you fall into my hands one day, I will definitely put you in a dilemma of life and death."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but cough lowly. He had just sent Gou Mang back, which obviously paid a high price!
He couldn't help but feel lucky that the humans escaped quickly... Otherwise, if he continued to chase them down, he might not be able to keep up with them.
With the low cough and heavy breathing, if it had just happened, Fang Zheng might not be able to help but feel his heart flutter. If he could take the opportunity to kill a deity-level desolate person from the opponent, he would definitely make them bleed profusely.
When the time comes, it will be a supreme victory over Char, even better than killing 50,000 desolate people.
But now, Fang Zheng couldn't care about him anymore.
He was completely immersed in the idea in his mind...
Fang Zheng had never seen a crack in another dimension before, but even if he had never seen it, he could still tell that although the huge space-time crack in front of him felt unstable, there was no sign of collapse at all.
The eighth dimensional rift that threatened Char did not appear in Char's territory, but appeared closer to the Empire of the Rising Sun.
If you want to stop them, you either need to place Lingyuan bombs all over this place, and then detonate the bombs directly in the inner domain, completely destroying this space, and then use the opportunity of the space to repair to station an army here to guard the interdimensional rift.
Just like how we treated the first seven different-dimensional cracks before.
Or, completely destroy this rift in another dimension.
Otherwise, there will be an endless stream of deserted people.
Moreover, they can advance and attack, and retreat and defend. Even if they cannot defeat Char, if they want to attack the Empire of the Rising Sun...
Fang Zheng has now understood that if the Desolate people want to occupy the Empire of the Rising Sun, it will probably be much easier than occupying the Char Empire. However, the Desolate people are thinking more long-term. Even if they occupy the Empire of the Rising Sun, once some rumors spread,
...At that time, it will immediately attract attacks from the other two empires, and it will be difficult for them to resist the attack that uses all human power.
Attack Xia, and secretly control the Empire of the Rising Sun with a dark alliance... preventing the Rising Sun and Ouya from forming a joint attack.
Especially since there is no sign of humans in the inner realm, they do what they do without anyone noticing.
From this point of view, if it were not for the relationship between Liusu and Lao Huang, and if it were not for the existence of Wangcai, I am afraid that the annihilation of the Changhe tribe would have happened without human beings being aware of it...
At that time, the Xia Empire will never be able to withstand the army of deserters that breaks out from within.
But now I'm here.
I know the existence of this rift in another dimension, and their plan has been aborted.
But if we don't block this different-dimensional rift, even if we withstand this wave of enemy attacks, it will only treat the symptoms and not the root cause.
And it's very likely that their reinforcements will arrive soon.
It's just...how strong is the so-called strong support?
Stronger than Wasteland?
Fang Zheng squatted quietly in the corner, staring intensely at the crack in another dimension... it involved time and space, and it was not the power of humans, but the uncanny workmanship of nature. There is no doubt that the barren people took advantage of this natural power.
Although he was inside the enemy camp.
But at this time, Fang Zheng's heart calmed down inexplicably.
Even...looking at the deserted people appearing one after another.
One team after another.
It can be seen that as Huang Yuan and others left, those Huang people who were fighting fiercely with the king beasts had given up.
These desolate people did not go to support immediately. Instead, they gathered enough troops and set up camp in the distance to rest... This rift in another dimension seemed to be an extremely hard road. It took a lot of effort to walk through it.
After the arrival of these desert army, they all need to recuperate as soon as possible.
As time goes by, the number of these barren people is increasing.
From the time when Fang Zheng arrived, nearly 20,000 people had been gathered, and now, there are already 30,000 people.
It doesn't sound like much, but when you look at it, it's densely packed with human heads... and the surrounding environment begins to exude an anxious atmosphere, which is the body odor of those deserted people.
It smells very bad.
Fangzheng closed his mouth and nose, feeling calmer than ever before.
With the chalk flying sword around, he could advance to attack and retreat to defend. There was nothing these people could do to him.
The worst outcome is that he escapes here. Anyway, the cracks in the different dimensions cannot be moved. He can go back and call for troops. As for the king beasts, after some good words and persuasion, they should be willing to leave with him...
But this is a desperate measure.
Most of the day goes by in the blink of an eye.
Fang Zheng's injuries from the previous fierce battle with the wasteland have been completely recovered by the recovery of the Transformation Pill, and his condition has returned to its peak.
But Huang Yuan's face became more and more ugly, and he coughed from time to time. At this moment, he actually fell asleep and snored heavily. He was obviously exhausted to the extreme. Although he had taken some medicinal herbs such as detoxification, it seemed that
It seems that it has not had the slightest effect.
But unfortunately, for Fang Zheng now, the wilderness has no temptation.
until……
"coming."
Fang Zheng's breathing suddenly became light, and his heart was beating violently. He stared intensely at the crack in the different dimension that was beginning to become violently unstable.
Moreover, no soldiers from the Desert have appeared for a while. Are they preparing for another, more important person?
It can be clearly seen that the crack in the different dimension is slightly concave inward, as if it is absorbing something, and then, it bulges outward... and spits out a human figure.
He is a middle-aged man wearing a white robe, whose height is not much different from that of a human being.
Then... came the second course.
The third way.
Different from the heavily armed soldiers, these people were all dressed in soft white robes similar to those of a sect. One of them held a book in his hand, which seemed to be a scripture.
Fang Zheng's breath suddenly stopped.
Especially when I saw one of the deserters, Gou Mang...
Although the strength of this Goumang is not as strong as that of Dahuang, it is not far behind. I met Cang Lang and the others before and gave a brief description of them. I knew that this Goumang should be of the Paladin class!
Together with Dahuang, he is a holy knight. With such strength, his status in the wilderness can be said to be extremely high.
But now, he is very respectful to these three new teachers.
And when Fang Zheng peered into the realm of consciousness, he could clearly detect the terrifying power that was as deep as an abyss in the bodies of these three people.
It was deep and turbulent. Although it was silent and did not speak out, it was conceivable that once it broke out, it would be enough to destroy the world.
God-level desolate man!
He is more powerful than the Grand Master and is also the top figure in the wilderness world. In the usual battles in the rift between different dimensions, every time a god-level deserter appears, it is an extremely tragic war for humans, because humans are very
It is difficult to find an opponent who can match them, so they can only use their lives to pile up...
Fortunately, the weaknesses of these desolate people are as obvious as their advantages. In addition, god-level desolate people are rare in the desolate world. Otherwise, Yuan Xing may have been unable to withstand the invasion of the desolate world.
But right now.
Including the previous wasteland, these are the four god-level deserters.
This force is strong enough to destroy the Changhe ethnic group, and it is difficult for the Changhe ethnic group to have any luck.
"Wasteland, if you call us here at this time, you should know the price we have to pay to come here!"
Among the three, the leader said displeasedly: "Once you come to Yuanxing, it will not be easy to go back... The Spirit-Calling Flower is not for squandering."
Huang Yuan smiled bitterly and said: "But now, it is urgent for you to help me. If you don't come, it will be difficult to take down the Changhe ethnic group in a short time. And if we can't take down the Changhe ethnic group, once the human army arrives, we will lay down defenses."
Fortifications, what effect will this extra dimensional crack have?"
"You...what's wrong with you?!"
Among the three, Bishop Chang Ying stared at the wasteland with blazing eyes and said in shock: "Are you injured?"
Isn't it? The wasteland looked tired at this time, with dark circles under his eyes. He stood there as frail as a willow in the wind. He looked clearly like a haggard patient. How could he still have any power of the Twelve Bishops?