Figures wearing black robes and similarly dressed appeared in various important places in Huojiabao, taking advantage of the chaos to plunder all kinds of supplies.

Zhou Jia carried the package on his back and hid in the darkness.

Stop from time to time and look around.

Judging from the clear goals and orderly actions of these men in black robes, they must belong to a certain force.

and.

This force had obviously anticipated tonight's riot, otherwise it would not have been possible in such a timely manner.

In all likelihood, he was the driving force behind the riots.

But now that Huojiabao is in chaos, the Huo Mansion itself cannot be protected. Other families and gangs have also been affected. Which other force can do this?

"clatter……"

The wooden board beside me accidentally fell to the ground.

"Who?" A black figure appeared at the end of the alley, looking into the darkness.

Zhou Jia's face darkened, he rushed forward, stretched out his big hand and pressed forward. Before the person could call for help, he had his mouth and nose pressed down.

He exerted force with his five fingers, lightly bumped the shield, and as soon as the lightning flashed, the opponent was electrocuted on the spot.

Dragging people with him, he disappeared quietly into the darkness again.

Somewhere in a remote place.

A basin of cold water was poured on the person to wake him up. Zhou Jia held an ax in one hand, held the ax blade against the opponent's throat, and asked in a cold voice:

"who are you?"

Under the black robe is a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He looks to be in his early twenties at most.

"hey-hey……"

Facing the threat, the young man showed no fear. He even leaned forward, stared at Zhou Jia with cold eyes, and gritted his teeth and growled:

"Everything will pass away; all things will end."

"My lord..."

"I won't let you go!"

As he spoke, he shook his neck violently and scratched the sharp ax blade.

"Pfft!"

The blood splashed out in a fan shape under the pressure in the cavity.

Zhou Jia's expression changed slightly, and he quickly retreated to avoid the blood. He watched the opponent's throat rolling, and continued to roar hoarsely with a fanatical look on his face:

"I...just return to the embrace of Father God."

"And you!"

He stared at Zhou Jia and cursed in a low voice:

"Jiang will never return!"

As soon as the voice fell, the young man's head dropped and he collapsed to the ground. Only blood flowed out from the crack in his neck.

"Madman." Zhou Jia shook his head slightly and narrowed his eyes:

"Believers of the evil god?"

In this desperate world, there is no shortage of believers in evil gods, but due to the suppression of the major forces in Huojiabao, they have never been able to achieve anything.

On the other hand, some people secretly offered sacrifices to the evil gods. In such situations, Huo Mansion would turn a blind eye because they couldn't control them after all.

Now it seems that the followers of the evil god have probably already had a unified organization.

Angji also said that the people who arrested him were evil cultists.

Such fanatical believers are not even afraid of death. It is undoubtedly delusional to want to get useful information from them.

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Jia rummaged through the young man's body and found several bulging cloth bags and stuffed them into the package. Zhou Jia turned around and jumped up.

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There are definitely not a few people like Zhou Jia who fish in troubled waters.

There are also many people who take advantage of the situation to rob.

In ruins.

A figure can be seen flashing.

Beside the corpses, there were many people rummaging for weapons and Origin Stones. Some of them were fighting alone, and some were in groups, each looking for benefits in the ruins.

flame burning,

Zhou Jia stopped in a dilapidated street, his eyes narrowed and his body tensed:

"You three, this place is very big. As long as you pay attention, you can easily get hundreds of Origin Stones. Why bother yourself?"

"clatter……"

Not far away, a person walked out from behind a wooden board stuck diagonally on the ground.

At the same time, two more people walked out from the side. One of them was two meters tall and had a majestic build. He walked towards them with a ghost-headed sword in his hand.

The strong man looked at Zhou Jia and said in a low voice:

"Put down your belongings and spare your life!"

The other two people flashed, already cutting off the escape route, and slowly approaching with weapons in hand.

"Is this really true?" Zhou Jia frowned.

"You can choose not to give it." One of them sneered:

"We will never..."

"snort!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Jia's figure not far away flashing towards him, and the double-edged ax in his hand whizzed down.

"Sixth grade!"

His face changed slightly, but he didn't feel panic in his heart.

The three brothers dare to do this kind of business, so they have no support. The eldest brother has a strong seventh-level martial arts, and he himself is also a sixth-level one.

As long as he entangles the opponent for a moment and is surrounded by three people, it is not easy to capture him.

As his thoughts turned, the steel claws in his hands shot out, one grabbing the incoming ax blade, and the other rushing forward, slamming it into the opponent's throat.

Poison Dragon Claw!

This middle-grade martial skill has been refined into his bones for a long time.

"Crack!"

The electric light flashed, the ax blade changed strangely, several rays of cold light flashed suddenly, and the incoming steel claw suddenly froze, and then fell to the ground with a clang.

Zhou Jia put away his ax and swung his shield backward.

"Peng!"

The two incoming streams of light were accelerated and bounced back.

"Second brother!"

"Second brother!"

The expressions of the remaining two people changed drastically, they roared angrily, and rushed towards them crazily.

They never thought that the second child could not even hold on for a round in front of the opponent, and his head was cut off.

Frightened and angry, the two of them rushed forward.

The ghost-headed sword in the boss's hand turned into streaks of gray sword light. The sword light flashed like mercury pouring down the ground, covering an area of ​​about ten feet.

Lao San was holding a copper mace in his hand, and when he waved it, the force of the wind was strong. Before he could get close to him, the air wave had already thrown away the gravel and wooden planks on the ground.

The power is astonishing.

"Peng!"

"Click..."

The light of the ax suddenly appeared like a dragon, flashing with lightning, fierce and domineering, like thunder across the sky, revealing its unparalleled power in its arrogance and raging.

Violence!

Thunder Axe!

"boom!"
To be continued...