Chapter 79 Zhan Ah quickly walked out of the city gate, jumped on the boat, and threw a broken crystal to the boatman. "Quick!"

The ferryman didn't reply. He stomped the boat's hull with his right leg wrapped around his waist. The boat sailed quickly towards the southern shore. It took several hours to arrive and less than 5 minutes to leave. He turned back and glanced at the city of Aden.

, the lights were bright there. Then he turned around, and everything was dark in front of him. He jumped onto the lake shore, and the ferryman bowed to him and watched him disappear in an instant, swallowed up by the dark night. He walked over a high slope, and down the slope was the battlefield, or in other words,

It was the place where the elves were massacred. Portis, who had black scales all over his body, had broken up the elves' battle formation. The speed of these demons was no slower than that of the Zerg. They moved like snakes, making their bodies even more unpredictable. The soldiers in their hands

The blade shines with cold light and is stained with blood. Each bonfire is extinguished, the light is dimming, the elves are torn apart, and a tearful howl echoes. Night Owl, turn on the wind catcher, and the blood in your hand condenses on the rocks around your body.

There was a surge at his feet, and he put the hood on his head, covering his face with a mask. Under the mask, there was a pair of eyes with no life but murderous intent. He lowered his head, touched the necklace on his chest, raised his head, looked at the creeping darkness, and grasped it fiercely.

Fists. Fight? Fight! In the dark night, his body began to move forward slowly, and the rocks under his feet continued to surge, gradually accelerating, accelerating, accelerating. Until this torrent of rocks spurted away. Portis' rear formation was

Alarmed by the noise, they turned around to check. What appeared in front of them was a scene that they could not imagine, and an irresistible stream of blood-colored brilliance. The torrent of rocks, like a giant beast, rushed into the Potis formation and started rapid fire.

The posture of Liu Xiao stood on the rock, like a god of death. Countless blood lines started from him, penetrating the body, devouring life, and submerging into the darkness. The blood line passed through, life disappeared, and rows of Portis fell in sluggishness.

Next, they couldn't believe it until they died. There would be arrows shooting from behind, and someone would rush out from behind. Moreover, it was just a person alone. When they touched the pierced body, they looked at the figure carrying the rock flow.

Flying away from his eyes, all he could do was die in despair, without a trace of melancholy or fear in his eyes. At the moment of decision, the focus was only the glimmer of light in the darkness. After coming back to his senses, Portis began to launch an encirclement and suppression campaign.

Arrows and spears were shot at him. The rock flow changed directions on the grassland extremely smoothly. Wherever it passed, people were on their backs. The arrows stabbed and the weapons scratched. The blood armor withstood them one by one, except for the occasional blast.

The slightest pain did not bring any real harm. Until the arrow pierced the night sky, penetrated the blood armor, and pierced into his waist and abdomen. He glanced at Portis who shot the arrow, maybe you are very strong, but then,

Three arrows were shot, but they were all blocked by the man in front of Portis with a shield. There is no overnight hatred here! Four arrows were shot, and the snake tails of the two shield-holders were nailed to the ground.

When they were unable to move, the fifth arrow had already passed through their shield array from a direction beyond their reach. Portis, who had shot him, fell backwards with a look of disbelief on his face, and his head was directly penetrated. He reluctantly pulled out the stabbing.

He pulled out the arrow that had entered his waist. The undercut of the arrow tore apart the abdominal muscles and some internal organs. A ball fell into his stomach. It was given to me, and I will return it to you now. With this arrow, a large number of souls

Able to condense and sense arrows! There was a bang! The arrow pushed through the bloody air and plunged straight into the chest of a Portis. When the rock flow and the black shadow had gone away, the Portis was about to pull out the arrow.

.He couldn't hear the dark figure whispering, "Rock Burst!"

This Portis felt the soil beneath his feet trembling, and his fellow humans around him began to sway this way and that. Then, he saw a sight he had never dared to imagine, and pain and despair he had never felt before. A few stone thorns killed him in an instant.

Completely torn apart, only part of the body of his fellow racer was struggling in the pile of stone thorns, while he himself no longer had the strength to struggle because his lower body had been completely crushed. Why is this? What is this?

The person's vision began to blur. Wherever the figure passed, the earth was blooming with brilliant flowers made of rocks. They were blood flowers decorated with the flesh and blood of his own people. [Obtained the war title: Ant·Thousand Slashes] A large number of Portis

The blood is attracting and gathering around the body. The mind controls the blood to condense and form, turning into layers of blood-colored shields, suspended in all directions around the body, becoming a new solid defense in addition to the blood armor. Fighting can indeed make

People grow rapidly. This growth is the means and skills of fighting, as well as the will and spirit of fighting. From fear to hesitation, from hesitation to excitement, from excitement to enjoyment. Finally, from enjoyment to release. Seventy-two types of demons

, Hahahahahahahaha, let it go as much as you want. Every arrow, when it leaves the string, is filled with squandered spiritual energy. Every arrow, when its fate is over, will bloom into moving rock flowers. Finally, I can experience that trace of strength.

The pleasure of being a warrior, the indulgence of galloping wantonly among thousands of troops. Some people died because of the war, but some people were born for the war. When the rock flow rushed out of the rear formation, the gleam of light in the darkness continued to magnify.

In front of him is the densely packed front line of Portis waiting for him. Behind him is a dilapidated and lifeless place. Perhaps in the eyes of those who are already frightened, Portis is already a heinous bloody monster, harvesting their lives.

, devouring their blood. When we see the corpses of elves on the ground, aren’t we all the same kind? The weak have no right to choose life and death! I checked my own spiritual energy, and found that a quarter of such a full reserve has been used up.

, but it’s only a quarter. The last position of the elves has only that glimmer of light left, and is it for the source of that light or for the battlefield killing itself? Maybe both, give yourself a chance to kill.

Reason, can't it appease the self-doubt deep in my heart, doubt whether I am still normal, and doubt that there is another person living in my heart. The rock flow is advancing indomitably, destroying the dead, and the flowers of the earth have not only bloomed with the arrows, but

The rock flow is everywhere, and the waves of sieges organized by Portis cannot get close at all. They are just using their lives to explain their weakness. [Obtained the war title: Ant·Wanzhan]...

In the gambling room, Norse covered his face with his hands. He couldn't bear to see his own people being brutally slaughtered before the finish line. Although the outcome was already determined and he had seen the same scene many times, after all, he was only a short step away from success.

The inner exclamation made him raise his head, and then, an incredible scene appeared in his sight. A creature wrapped in blood stood on the surging rocks, and countless arrows were rippled by layers of translucent blood-colored barriers.

Open, those barriers immediately condensed after being broken, leaving no gaps. And the creature shot red lines around crazily. Yes, all he could see was red lines. Each arrow penetrated the blood line of Boti.

Then, a round stone thorn exploded at the end of the curtain, like flowers blooming on the earth. Portis's military formation was vulnerable to this creature, and was easily torn apart like a piece of white paper.

, segmentation. "I saw...what..." His voice trembled, and he slowly stood up from his seat unconsciously. Everyone present, like him, lost touch with his body.

Even the owner of the gambling house had forgotten about the war. The mirror focused solely on this person and could no longer move away. The screen shook violently, and then fell to the ground. He lost his height and vigilance in flying.

The beast was hit by the flowing arrow and fell inside. As the flying beast died, the mirror image lost its light and turned into a water curtain. There was silence in the room, and you could hear a needle drop. "That is... the talent element and...

..Innate faith?”

The voice trembled, and the man looked at the others with horrified eyes. Some shook their heads, some nodded, their movements were stiff, and their eyes were dull. "What did we see..." "Does such a monster also need to be tested...
Chapter completed!