The heel rubbed, and the force accumulated for a long time burst out suddenly, like avoiding the side rushing of the bomb, avoiding the stabbing of four arm knives. The next moment, a blue spark fell like a meteor into the cave full of corpses and gas.

A huge fire suddenly burst out, and instantly formed a fiery red cloud swept around. The peak fell heavily to the ground and rolled continuously, and was shaken into the air by the explosion of air waves. Behind him, the terrifying god of death was wailing and being swept into the fire clouds.

The air around him was drawn by the fire clouds. The strong suffocation made Gao Feng open his mouth like a dead fish, bulging his eyes out, and the overwhelming dust waves immediately covered him. At this time, Kuoya had already rushed to the front, stretched out his hands to prepare to catch Gao Feng, and heard a rumbling sound, and the dust rushed up like a waterfall and rushed up high and fell backwards. Then, all the Kinu and women and children were covered in dust and rolled together.

Explosions came one after another, and the flashing red light was not clear in the dust fog, but it allowed people to see the shadows all over the ground. The violent coughing and the call of the arrival of the doomsday repeatedly rang around. The teeth were hiding from the ground in a daze, unable to tell the direction, stretching out arms and turning around, thinking nothing in my heart, just murmured: "I want to catch the three claws, only a little bit, I want to catch the three claws, just a little bit..."

The peak was on the edge of the explosion, and the explosion of fire waves lingered around him. The circling airflow did not send him far away like a thigh. He lay not far from the explosion point, coughing desperately in the violent trembling on the ground.

As the coughing sounds, sand and stones of all sizes fell like raindrops, quickly filling his body with landslides. The natural gas holes here have accumulated for many years. After being ignited, they constantly exploded, expanding the holes and sending countless sand and stones to the sky. The scorching air waves are burning, quickly absorbing the surrounding air. During the peak cough, they slowly returned. Although they still felt suffocating and hot, they were much better than before.

Gao Feng fell weakly under the floating soil, not even the strength to open the dust in front of his face. The moment before him consumed all his strength. Although the enemy was unclear about life and death, he also calmed down and could no longer strengthen his strength. At this moment, the floating soil on his body suddenly shook, as if something was stepping on his back, and then it lightened and suddenly disappeared.

Gao Feng felt nervous. He remembered that biological weapons were conceptual weapons specially constructed for war, and it was very likely that the factors of resistance to explosions were considered, that is, the terrifying god of death was not dead yet...

Thinking of this, the strength that disappeared due to relaxation returned to him again, endured the severe pain in his chest, supported the ground with both hands and suddenly raised his waist, and suddenly came out from under the soil. He squinted his eyes and saw the terrifying god of death walking forward with his lame legs. He had nothing to think of, gritted his teeth and groaned, and glared on the ground with his legs and suddenly exerted force...

The explosion not only exploded the terrifying death one leg, but the burning fire waves also burned its sensitive and developed cavity nerve plexus and burst out bubbles, reducing its perception of the outside world infinitely. Even Gao Feng was lying under its feet. Gao Feng stood up and rushed out suddenly, and the terrifying death was pounced on without any surprise...

The peak and the terrifying god of death rolled downwards. The saber in his hand stabbed the terrifying god of death again and again. Under the ground of the trumpet mouth, a small triangle was hidden. This is the real key to the terrifying god of death. The peak, who is best at grasping intuition, pierced the place again and again.

The god of death was intertwined by Gao Feng at zero distance, and could not dance the arm knife at all. He could only endure the fatal puncture. At this time, the mucus flowed out of the terrifying god of death was almost gone. Its originally slippery skin could no longer flash with water and became dry and bitter. The things sprayed out of its neck no longer had the green blood, but were unexpectedly bright red, which deepened Gao Feng's guess about it.

The hot and scary blood flowed along Gao Feng's left hand that climbed its neck, causing an unbearable burning heat in Gao Feng's palm. Gao Feng couldn't help but roar and pinched it into its throat again, like a crazy beast, continuing to stab the saber. Even if his palm was burned to ashes, he would not let the dog go. Mother raised it.

The terrifying God of Death could no longer wail, like a fish leaving the water, struggling to death. At this moment, a coldness came from Gao Feng's hot and unconscious left palm. An inexplicable substance was pulled out of the wound of the terrifying God of Death, and slowly formed colorful clay on his palm.

This layer of things gradually became harder, while the terrifying death struggle was constantly getting smaller. When Gao Feng's left hand was hard, like plaster, the terrifying death finally stopped moving. Gao Feng also exhausted his last energy and fell on the terrifying death and fainted.

The dust spreads away always, and the thick dust sand covers everything like volcanic ash, including people, corpses, weeds, asphalt swamps, and finally only a gray area is left.

There was no trace of the battlefield on the uneven ground, only the wreckage that had been standing for many years still retained its original appearance. With a "gurgle", a drum rose and exploded from a gray place, revealing a piece of asphalt that was darker than dust.

A little further away from the asphalt, a body suddenly started to make a comeback, shaking off countless dust and sand, but still couldn't see his appearance clearly. He heard him shouting loudly: "Three claws, three claws..."

The shouting was sad and miserable, with the rare crying sounds of wild people. Kuoya never cried when he died. The wild people were not allowed to cry since he was born. They believed in sweat and blood, but they did not believe in tears. Tears were the term for weakness. Weak people were not worthy of being called wild people. But Kuoya shouted crying sounds for the sake of the peak.

One figure after another climbed up from him, everyone was in a normal state, gray, unable to tell whether it was a man or a woman, or an adult or a child. At this time, a woman with a fat and plump figure stood up. Although she also had black heads on her face and her skin was covered, her majestic breasts showed her gender.

She first walked to Kuoya and shook Kuoya, but Kuoya ignored her and roared sadly: "Three claws are dead, three claws are dead..." The shrill roar was heart-wrenching, and the heavy shrill made two clear tears flow into the woman's eyes, rushing away the thick dust and sand.

"What howl? Be careful that you, who is here to teach you a lesson in the middle of the night, will only bleeding but not cry..." The violent roar came from the mouth of a lone wolf.

"Three claws are dead, three claws are dead..." Sanzi ignored the pole and still howled heart-wrenchingly. What he howled was not tears, but depression in his heart. He hated that he was useless and could not die even if he wanted to die. He always believed that if he died, Gao Feng would survive.

"We are alive, we are alive, we are alive..." Huoya was crying heart-wrenchingly, and the Kinus stood up and cheered loudly. The terrifying god of death appeared in the place where there was no life. They were the only people who had seen the terrifying god of death survived. How could they not cheer?

As the Chenu cheered, the women started to howl. They were equally happy, happy that they survived, but the men cheered to survive with their throats, and they cried to survive with their throats. The women cried and the children cried, but were scolded by the men. They only allowed girls to cry, but not boys to cry.

In this process, all the cheons and women did not look at Kuoya and Pole. For them, if Black Claw abandons them, it would be equivalent to automatically giving up on them. They are no longer the cheons and slaves of the Black Claw Tribe, but are truly free people and free people in the wilderness.

The pole no longer stopped the crying of the shabby teeth. He slowly lay on the floating dust and sand. Looking at the gloomy clouds in the sky, he never thought that he could survive. He was the only one of the twenty abandoned tribal warriors. If he hadn't happened to be limping, he might have died.

Whether it is life or death, it has no meaning to the pole. In the Wilderness Tribe, he fought for the reward and promise of the Black Claw, but here, he was just fighting for the hard work. The terrifying God of Death is famous and is the nightmare of every Wilderness man. He survived but did not overcome the terrifying God of Death. There were too many people who died.

The initial number of the Kishus was more than 600 soldiers, all of whom were deserted soldiers. There were more than 600 women, and there were no children. In a chaos, the Kishushus fled more than 200 people, and less than 400 people took up weapons and were willing to resist. There were more than 500 women. Now, except for the number of women, there are only less than 100 soldiers left in the desert. How heavy casualties are there?
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