In the void, several figures hidden in the crowd looked at the battlefield ahead.
There is an old sheep squatting at the feet of the person on the right.
The wool on the old sheep's back was a little yellowed, and the long beard on the lower chin had not been washed for an unknown period of time. The beards were bunched up and condensed on the chin.
His eyes are dim and he looks old.
There is a pair of silver-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Slowly looking at the mountains in the distance.
Its lips moved and it was chewing something in its mouth.
"There is an ambush with a formation." The speaker was an old figure wearing a mask.
"It seems that they have been giving in before just to set up the formation here."
"It's just useless resistance. The so-called formations are just the methods of the weak. After so many years, these corpse tribes are still using the same old skills from many years ago."
There are some special monsters or beasts with formation abilities.
But those are all innate formations, just a kind of method.
For example, there once was a top expert in the human race. His beast control was the Forbidden Stone Lord, and his natural talent was to carve formation patterns. It is said that within today's civilization, the most widely circulated knowledge of acquired formations originally originated from the skills taught by the Forbidden Stone Lord.
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The gap between acquired formations and innate formations is even greater.
It is not that there are no people within the human race who study formations. There are researchers in many universities who study formation-related knowledge.
It's just not mainstream.
"The final battlefield is not something that these people below can interfere with," Chenmian said.
"Let us break the enemy's backbone first, and then the army behind will clean up the battlefield!" Chen Mian shook his neck, and his cervical vertebrae made a crisp sound.
"Black Dragon, fight side by side with me." Chenmian opened his arms and called loudly.
Wind and clouds gather in the sky.
Dark clouds cover the top.
Lightning is everywhere.
Above the sky, a terrifying existence shuttled through the sea of clouds.
The dim light of the scales disappeared fleetingly among the heavy lead clouds.
The heavy breathing brings a storm.
Strong wind, heavy rain, fog.
In the dense fog that cannot be dispersed, two golden torches burn, penetrating the thick fog.
The dragon's roar shakes the heavens, and the black dragon of the underworld breaks the barrier of confusion.
The giant dragon with black edges and gold patterns swoops down from the sky.
The huge body exudes a strong aura of death.
"Roar--"
Bull head antlers snake scales eagle claws.
The body is huge, the body shape is smooth, and the momentum is not angry but powerful.
Chenmian jumped up, the dragon's claws from the sky reached down, grabbed Chenmian, and bent his left front paw to protect him on his chest.
Chen Mian pointed with one hand, and the underworld black dragon looked in a certain direction, opened its mouth and spat out a rich dark breath.
The scorching purple-black dragon's breath distorted the space and drew a horizontal line on the mountain peak.
The pen moves like a thick stroke of ink across the mountain peaks. The mountain is divided into two, the valley turns into a mountain stream, and the rocks and soil melt like spring snow.
The majestic dragon flames are like huge waves, setting off huge waves.
A large number of zombies didn't even have time to react, and were melted in an instant.
In the face of higher-order beings, quantity sometimes doesn't mean much.
Especially in the decisive battle.
"It's actually a real dragon." In the rear, everyone in the army exploded and made a noise when they saw the black dragon emerging.
Everyone knows that there is a dragon to control the beast.
But very few people have actually seen a dragon.
The dragon bloodline is powerful and rare. Most of the so-called dragons in Obsidian are sub-dragons, not pure-blooded dragons.
Even dragons are extremely rare.
And true dragons are even rarer, because true dragon bloodline is powerful, and pure-blooded true dragons are at least above diamonds.
At this time, the other side.
In an army on the front line.
Dou Hongying looked up at the domineering figure in the sky in the distance.
I thought silently in my heart.
"I heard that the Yellow Spring Black Dragon passed down among the twelve members of the Supreme Council is also a guardian beast passed down from ancient times like the Zishu. Is this the Yellow Spring Black Dragon?"
The guardianship of beasts is passed down from generation to generation.
The quantity is also extremely rare.
The black dragon of the underworld rushed into the mountains, and the peaks were destroyed, and countless zombies really turned into corpses.
The zombie clan originally wanted to wait for human masters to enter the mountains in large numbers before activating the formation.
But the underworld black dragon suddenly broke in and broke their plan.
"Cultivation is unbridled." Deep in the mountains.
A strong elder from the corpse clan takes action.
The strong man from the zombie clan who took action was very depressed, and his hair was sparse and almost fell out.
His eyes were dull and he was wearing a black shroud.
The whole body was filled with deathly aura, and a strange red light flashed in his pupils.
A large number of invisible tentacles floated from behind it.
It is completely invisible to the naked eye, but through mental power, one can sense that the area where the tentacles exist distorts the surrounding space.
Even the underworld black dragon felt a faint threat from this tentacle.
The tentacles penetrated the material and turned into ropes tied to the sky.
Although he didn't know what it was, the Underworld Black Dragon would naturally not let something that looked disgusting touch him.
A large amount of black mist appeared on the surface of the body, and the Huangquan Black Dragon leaped into the sky.
The tentacles below are very strange, constantly extending.
The black dragon of the underworld waves its claws.
The rich dark elemental power condensed into a claw shape and chopped down.
The invisible and transparent tentacles were chopped into pieces.
But before the Underworld Black Dragon could breathe a sigh of relief, the severed tentacles extended again.
The underworld black dragon looked at the old man of the corpse tribe and understood instantly.
The root of this tentacle is in this old man.
Either exhaust its power or kill it, otherwise the tentacles will be destroyed forever.
"Advanced skill - Dark Shine."
The eyebrows of Huangquan Black Dragon flashed, and the black beam of light in the void was undetectable and dark in color.
Instantly penetrated the upper body of the corpse clan elder.
Because of the size of the Underworld Black Dragon, the dark gleam emitted from its eyebrows is as thick as a bucket.
The upper body of the corpse clan old man disappeared instantly and vaporized instantly.
No matter how tenacious its vitality is, if its upper body evaporates, it can only perish. Without the control of its master, those tentacles will disappear on the spot.
Following the sudden death of the old man of the zombie clan, the zombie clan in the mountains were shocked and furious.
The old man of the corpse tribe has a high status. He is the first generation to come to this planet.
There are not many people from that generation left to this day. Not only their status but also their status are very special.
And because of the special talents of the zombie clan, although they will naturally age and pass away, generally speaking, their strength will gradually increase the longer they live.
The strength of the corpse clan old man is also at the highest level among their clan.
Otherwise, it would not have taken action against the Black Dragon of Underworld.
But all of them underestimated the strength of Huangquan Black Dragon.
"That dragon's level may be beyond that of most of us. Perhaps only the boss can defeat it." Chidian looked back at the boss who sat silently on the throne behind him.
The Red Army remained silent, facing the hopeful eyes of the tribesmen.
But deep down in my heart I cursed, no, I can't.
Even he could not see through the depth of the underworld black dragon.
He doesn't have clairvoyance and can see through other people's strengths at a glance.
But it subconsciously felt threatened.
In a life and death battle, even it has no confidence that it will be the final winner.
"There is no need to fight to the death with them. Our goal is to preserve our strength. We are not the only enemy of the human race." The Red Army said calmly. "We can win, but there is no need to take action. If the human race still has reinforcements, we may not be able to leave.