The colored glaze of the tiger claw on his right hand bloomed with light and hit Yan Linger's abdomen hard.

"puff..."

Almost at the same time, Yan Linger and the blood slave spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Following that, their bodies were like cannonballs, hitting each other heavily in different directions.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the blood slave's body, which was about ten feet long, was directly hit by Yan Ling'er's fist and hit the ground heavily. A huge pit dozens of feet deep was formed out of thin air.

At the same time, Yan Ling'er's body crashed into the opposite mountain peak at a speed invisible to the eyes under the heavy hammer of the blood slave.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the mountain peak collapsed, and countless rocks and ancient trees collapsed instantly, setting off a terrible mudslide, directly burying Yan Ling'er alive.

In the distance, whether it was the spirit demons watching, or Xue Jingyan and others, after hearing the two fierce attacks, their hearts tightened suddenly, and their eyes looked towards the battlefield with a look of color.

At this time, the battlefield no longer looked as lush and green as it did in the middle of the night, with branches and leaves covering the sky and the sun.

Countless ancient trees were now reduced to broken branches.

Some have clean cuts, while others directly break horizontally under the force of tearing.

No matter what it is, the forest at this time no longer looks like the forest in the past. Apart from constant dilapidation, broken trees and branches, there is only desolation.

"Is it over?"

Xuan Qingyi's jade hands grasped the Flamer's robe tightly, and there was a particularly worried look in his eyes.

"The boss won't be buried alive like this, right?" The little puppy looked at Yan Ling'er who was covered by the mudslide, and whispered to himself unconsciously.

However, just as his voice fell, two cold eyes came directly towards him, frightening him and he quickly said: "Bah, bah...crow's mouth, I'm talking nonsense, I'm talking nonsense!"

As he spoke, he spit out two big mouthfuls of saliva.

"Is it over?"

"The fighting ability of the indigenous people on the edge of the ruins of the fantasy world has reached this level?" The tiger-faced man with an eagle on his feet stared at the young man buried in the mountain peak and whispered to himself.

His eyes never looked at the blood slave from beginning to end.

"Lord Xuejia, Lord Xuenu..."

"It doesn't matter. This kind of power is not enough to kill him." The tiger-faced man named Xuejia waved his hand gently.

"roar!"

In a deep pit that was tens of feet deep into the ground, a blood-red light suddenly appeared, and the sound of a dragon roared through the sky. In the next breath, a red stream of light pierced the deep pit and suddenly rose into the sky...

"Lord Blood Slave!"
Chapter completed!