Murong Xu waved his hand, golden flames emerged from his fingertips, and shot towards the corpses on the ground. With a bang, the flames fell to the ground, like flames gradually entering a frying pan, burning instantly. All the corpses were covered by the golden flames, and it took just a moment.

Sha, turn into ashes...

At the same time, Murong Xu opened several more fire rings, and this time released more than 5,000 people. As soon as the fire rings were lifted, everyone in the Rising Sun Mercenary Group suddenly waved their swords again, like hungry wolves attacking tigers.

Cut it off.

"Kill, kill, you will die anyway. If you don't resist, you will die faster!" Everyone in the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group was red-eyed after being killed. One or two of them realized, rose up to resist, and started fighting with the Rising Sun Mercenary Group.

, However, their swords are faster, and the swords of the Rising Sun Mercenary Group are even faster. Before they are even unsheathed, the people of the Rising Sun Mercenary Group have already taken off the heads.

This is the difference, this is the gap between the elite and the mediocre. When it comes to close combat, no one in the Rising Sun Mercenary Group who has been deliberately trained for several months is good. In addition, each level is extraordinary and their strength has improved by leaps and bounds. It is not at all

This group of blood wolf mercenary team members gathered at random can be compared.

Blood splattered, heads fell to the ground, screams, screams, and whines... One after another, the Blood Wolf members fell, and everyone in the Rising Sun Mercenary Group was like a god of murder, going on a killing spree, taking away one life after another.

Mo Zhe squandered the sword in his hand, and he no longer knew how many lives he had killed. He only knew that heads kept falling at his feet, and blood spattered and stained everywhere. There was strong blood at the end of his nose, and his eyes were blood red. Apart from killing people, he was still...

kill.

The remaining members of the Rising Sun Mercenary Group were even more furious one by one, their eyes were red, their blood was boiling, they were excited and excited, watching the Blood Wolf members end their lives in their own hands, everyone's fighting spirit became even more intense, and there was a sense of distortion.

of pleasure.

These people once drove them to a dead end in this way, and once, they also took the lives of their brothers.

Today, they seek restitution for their dead brothers a thousand times, and vent their humiliation and despair of being forced to a desperate situation a thousand times.

If it weren't for the group leader, they would have died in the cave like smoked rabbits. If it weren't for the group leader, they would have become a wisp of dead souls, their bodies would have rotted and melted into the soil, and they would have died in a helter-skelter manner.

When these people come to find them again, there is no need to blame them for being cruel and cruel, because this world is like this, the jungle eats the strong, and either you die or I die. If you don't take their lives today, they will be the ones who die tomorrow.

Killing, blood, and screams, the Rising Sun mercenary group turned into a god of death, their bodies wandering, ruthless and vigorous, and corpses fell one after another.

From being decisive and fierce at the beginning, slowly becoming numb and inertial, the movement of swinging the sword became almost unconscious, like a dream, where flesh and blood were intertwined. In the dream, they were humiliated and massacred in all directions.

Murong Xu stood beside him, standing with the Ghost Emperor, taking in everything.

Many, many people fell, and too much blood flowed out, dyeing the grass red, polluting the air, and even the moonlit night was covered with a layer of blood. The screams and wails resounded and spread throughout the entire Demon Ridge.

The beasts are eager to move, smell the blood, and want to go out at night to look for food.

The Ghost Emperor unleashed his aura, and the frightening pressure instantly suppressed the restless beasts, who lay obediently in the lair and did not dare to take a step.

Even though the Rising Sun Mercenary Group killed many people quickly and decisively, it was not enough. Compared with the 800,000-strong team, those dead mercenaries were nothing.
Chapter completed!