Rumble!

The city wall was hammered by a giant hand and large rocks fell down. As the leader of the Gaosuo tribe, Okaren hurriedly avoided it. Finally, he finally stabilized his body, but a trace of sadness appeared on his face.

This is the first time this rock city, which symbolizes rule, has been destroyed by the first time.

"Rage erupts!"

Seeing that the city wall was destroyed, Okaren's eyes were red, and the power of qi and blood burst out in his body, as if it turned into streams of light and entangled. The originally tall and burly body also began to make sounds.

Crackling!

The sound of bone breakage and healing continued to sound, and the short hair tied behind the head began to grow wildly. In a moment, Okaren's image changed drastically, as if it were a ferocious ghost in hell.

The next moment, O'Calen roared.

Stepping on the rocks of the city wall under his feet, the furious warrior suddenly jumped into the air, and the bronze sword in his hand seemed to be wrapped in the power of qi and blood, showing a crimson red, full of bloody killing.

"Are the raging warriors?"

In the air, a trace of ferociousness appeared on Dimos's face. Two arms that seemed to be condensed by black mist slapped in vain toward the front. Okaren, who had jumped up, dodged one of the palms, but was grabbed by the other.

"Mr. Okaren!"

"leader!"

Below, the blood warriors of the War Ghost Clan exclaimed, and the extremely powerful rage warriors in their eyes, the ruler of the Solu Plain, seemed to have no power to resist when facing the evil king, Emperor Mos.

Crack!

The evil king used force in vain, and the sound of air being squeezed sounded like an explosion. Okaren, who was held in it, suddenly burst out with an angry roar, and the power of qi and blood burst out instantly.

boom!

The red air wave broke through the wall, the bronze sword broke through the bond, and Okaren suddenly drilled out of the evil giant palm and then fell to the ground.

"Huh? Escaped?"

Feeling the pain on the back of his hand, a hint of surprise appeared on Dimos's face. Then he opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of black mist. The wound on his palm healed quickly and recovered in a moment.

On the ground, O'Calen stood up with difficulty.

Around the tribes, the leaders of various tribes and a famous red-text warrior gathered beside him. Although he was desperate about the power of the evil king, the red-text warriors still gritted their teeth and persevered.

The evil king looked down at Okaren below and shook his head playfully.

Then, he did not continue to attack, but spit out a large ball of black mist on the city wall of the Gaosuo tribe, then stretched out his huge palm and grabbed the blood warriors on the city wall.

"Be careful, go away!"

"No! Jump down..."

On the city wall covered by black fog, the Gaosuo blood warriors were like a group of headless flies, facing the giant hands of the evil king dodge everywhere, but it was difficult to avoid such a range-based attack.

Squeak!

A blood warrior with one another was caught by the evil king and threw it into his mouth like a snack. With a burst of shrill screams and creepy chewing, he was bitten to pieces and eaten by his body.

Blood flowed from the corner of the evil king's mouth, like a demon under the abyss.

The terrifying scene made all the blood warriors tremble. Although the descendants of the Blood Killing God were not afraid of death, their terrifying and painful way of death still made them a little unacceptable.

If it weren't for the faith in God, someone would have fled in panic long ago.

On the city wall, the blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe fled everywhere in panic under the huge hand grab. The evil king sneered, and then looked down at the blood warriors from other tribes.

“The Gauso people all taste the same.”

Dimos' voice seemed to be thunderous, and he said grimly, "Maybe, I should try to change my taste!"

After saying that, the evil king spit out a cloud of black mist.

"Be careful, everyone!"

On the ground, Drogo shouted, and the palm falling from above made him feel a little scared. Only the bronze spear in his hand could bring a sense of security, but it was just a comfort in his heart.

"No! Save me..."

Before the blood warriors from various tribes came to their senses, a fearful call for help came from beside them. Drogo turned his head suddenly and looked at him. Through the mist spit out by the evil king, he saw a familiar figure.

"Bennett!!"

Drogo couldn't help but exclaim, the war ghost named Bennett, was a red-textured warrior like himself. The tribe where the other party is located is an allies with the Tatar tribe for generations and supports each other in times of crisis.

However, now, Bennett fell into the hands of the evil king.

Drogo wanted to help him, but holding the bronze spear in his hand tightly, it felt a sense of powerlessness. The gap between the red warrior and the evil king was too big, just like an ant facing a giant.

If it is a raging warrior, it may also have some impact on Dimos.

But even if the Red Warrior is not allowed, even if Drogo's qi and blood power explodes, it is impossible to damage the evil king at all. Even if the other party moves his fingers at will, he can crush him to death.

The creepy chewing sound and the shrill scream sounded.

Around the Gaosuo tribe, despair spread. Finally, a red-textured warrior could not bear this oppression. After screaming, he didn't even care about his blood warriors and ran towards the plains desperately.

This situation seems to have a chain reaction.

The blood warriors below fled one after another, and a hint of anger appeared on Okaren's face, but then they turned into a helpless and bitter smile. The power of the evil king made everyone desperate. Without the [Tyrant], even if the life of every blood warrior in Solu Pingyuan was exhausted, it would be impossible to defeat the other party.

In this case, escaping seems to be the only option.

Although in the creed of the War Ghost Clan, fighting represents glory, and running away is an indelible shame, facing the powerful evil king, it seems that few war ghosts can really be fearless of death.

"Hahaha! Is this the people of the God of Blood Killing?"

In the air, the evil king, Emperor Mos, let out a wanton laugh, then a trace of hideousness flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "But it's a pity, even if you want to escape, I won't give this opportunity."

After saying that, Dimoth took a deep breath.

His chest swelled like a balloon, and then with force, a large ball of black mist gushed out, as if a dark cloud fell on the ground, allowing the escaped blood warriors to instantly experience the transition between day and night.

The black fog continued to spread, covering a large area.

The blood warriors ran desperately, but in the black fog, it seemed as if they had lost their end. No matter how they ran, they could not escape the fog and could only spin towards the headless flies.

The mystery of the black fog!

One of the abilities of the evil king Emperor Mos, when he was fighting against the [Tyrant] Gosso, he successfully escaped with this ability and thus preserved his life.

The blood warriors who were trapped in the mystery of the black fog were constantly consumed, but it was difficult to break through the constraints. Everyone in the Tatar tribe was also trapped in it, but under Drogo's order, everyone did not escape, so they were not dispersed.

"Uncle Drogo, what should I do now?"

Next to it, a Tatar blood warrior was pale and saw that the surroundings were filled with fog, as if endless. It seemed impossible to escape, so everyone in the Tatar tribe fell into despair.

Drogo's face looked ugly and he didn't say a word.

At the same time, in the air, the evil king, Emperor Mos, was looking down at the mystery of the black fog, trapping the descendants of the Blood-killing God on the Solu Plain, but he was not in a hurry to launch an attack.

“Where should we start?”

A grim smile appeared on Dimos's face. As the king of evil, he likes to taste the taste of flesh and blood the most. The higher the level of the war ghost tribe, the more delicious it tastes. A piece of tyrant flesh and blood that he ate hundreds of years ago has made him miss it.

"It's a pity that old guy Gao Suo is not here."

Dimos shook his head, a trace of regret appeared on his face, his eyes swept across the many war ghost tribes in the black fog, and suddenly stopped, wonderingly, "Huh? Why are there still women?"

In the black fog, Wendy's face was confused.

Not long ago, after the Tatar tribe was recruited by the Gosso tribe, Drogo, in order to obtain the help of the evil ghost tribe, brought Wendy to the team by a devil, hoping to command the evil ghost tribes who could not communicate through her.

However, the current situation was unexpected.

"Did you accidentally get in?"

Dimos looked puzzled. Although he had become the king of evil under the pollution of the black fog, he was still a inferior species of the ghost clan hundreds of years ago, so he had a certain understanding of the ghost clan.

In the concept of the ghost war, women are just a resource.

When they cannot master extraordinary power, every female in the war ghost tribe can only rely on males to survive. Although they have lost their freedom, they do not have to fight like males.

In the history of the ghost war, no woman has ever participated in a war.

"Think about it carefully, I seem to have never eaten a female war ghost."

In the air, the Evil King smashed his mouth, a trace of interest flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he smiled and stretched out his arm, headed straight for Wendy's direction and grabbed it.

"Protect Miss Wendy!"

It seemed that they felt the threat of the evil king. The evil ghost tribe who had been silent all the time beside Wendy raised their weapons and attacked the giant hands that were attacking the air.

However, the attacks of the evil ghost clan are ineffective against the evil king.

"ah!!!"

The top of his head was covered by a giant hand, and Wendy's face was pale in an instant, and she let out a scream of horror, and she hugged her head tremblingly.

Around the surroundings, the evil ghost clan rushed up fearlessly.

An evil ghost soldier exerted force under his feet and jumped into the air. His body, which was originally covered by an animal skin robe, instantly expanded, and a rich black mist flowed out from his eyes, ears, and nose.

boom!

The next moment, the explosion sounded in vain, and one of the innate abilities of the evil ghost clan was self-explosion!

The energy, like black fog, exploded in an instant.

The giant hand stretched out by the evil king seemed to be corroded, making a slight stinging sound, causing Dimos to frown, but there was more doubt in his heart.

"What is this?"

Feeling the black fog scent emitted from the evil ghost clan, Dimos felt very confused. This aura was similar to the evil one, but as the king of evil ones, the low-level evil ones could not attack Dimos.

Before Dimos could think, explosions started one after another.

After Wendy was threatened, a famous ghost tribe chose to self-destruct. The black fog power condensed in her body turned into a terrifying burst of energy like bombs.

"Hmph! What a ridiculous trick!"

As the evil ghost clan exploded one after another, Dimos shook his head and a grim expression appeared on his face. Although he was not sure what the evil ghost clan belonged to, this weak attack could not cause any substantial damage to the evil king of the third-level life form.

"It seems that you want to protect this woman?"

Dimos looked at Wendy, as if he had seen something. A trace of interest flashed in his eyes. His outstretched arm speeded up and grabbed the trembling girl directly.

"Enzo, save me!"

Wendy let out a desperate cry, and her body couldn't help but tremble violently. However, just as the giant hand above her head was about to fall, a black rune quietly emerged from Wendy's forehead.

The next moment, a terrifying force burst out.

The dazzling black light emanated from Wendy's body. Unlike the power of black fog, this breath was full of killing. A black-feathered crow quietly spread its wings, and a bloodthirsty luster flashed in its dark eyes.

"My name, the Crow of Killing, Hirsch!"

The Crow of Killing, which had been silent for a year, finally woke up at this moment. This is the method left by Enzo on Wendy, the third-level life form, the Crow of Killing, blooms like a black flower when facing the threat.

On the ground, dazzling black light flashed.

After waking up from Wendy's body, the killing crow floated in the air like a god. The strong black light seemed to dispel the power of the black fog around it in an instant.

Suddenly, there was silence around him.

The blood warriors who were originally in the mystery of the black fog looked at the killing crows not far away and felt an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, which made them unable to help but kneel down.

"What? King of Evil Beasts?"

On the other side, Dimos's face turned gloomy. He could feel the terrible aura on the body of the killing crow. He immediately inferred in his heart that this was a king of evil beasts of the same level as him, but then he denied it because the energy fluctuations emitted by the other party were breaths he had never felt before.

"snort!"

Then, the evil king snorted coldly. No matter what the killing crow represents, sitting and waiting for death is not his creed. Dimos roared, and the black fog power in his body instantly surged, as if it was waves.

"I'm sorry to tell you that the game is over!"
Chapter completed!