The next three minutes were like a nightmare for the Shadow Army soldiers.

In their eyes, Alan only has about level 26. This strength can only be considered an ordinary skill in Mokdan. He is probably at the level of a middle-level officer in the army. Just like the captain who leads this team now has level 27. But such a person is too elusive when he acts. No matter how the commander of the shadow army commands, the opponent can always leave before the soldiers gather the encirclement, and then seize the gap and send a beam of light into the soldier's body.

Alan didn't shoot many times, but he would win every shot, and the shots were all fatal. After three minutes, the team of about 100 people had died, and one person died almost every two seconds. It would be fine if only a few people died, but in three minutes, Alan killed people at such a constant speed, and his killing style as accurate as a mechanical one, made the remaining Shadow Army soldiers begin to become timid.

In a bar hall, a soldier slid across the floor in a mess and passed through several tables. Alan hit the window and the soldier raised his legs and kicked out several tables and chairs to try to hinder Alan's movement. But as soon as he kicked out the tables and chairs, Alan had already walked around the tables and chairs and turned around behind the soldiers, with a bit of prescient smell. The soldier rose up to resist, raised his gun and shot, and at the same time pulled out the dagger from his waist and hit him close. Those shots forced Alan to dodge, and really killed the dagger in his other hand.

If Alan lowered his center of gravity as he wanted to avoid the beams of light that were bombarded towards his head, but when the soldier handed out a dagger and stabbed his heart with joy, Alan looked up and smiled. The soldier's knees hurt, and the beam of light that shot from Alan's muzzle almost broke his entire leg, and the soldier suddenly lost balance. Alan used the gun as a stick and swept the soldier's head from bottom to top, sweeping him backwards and smashing two tables. His entire face was sunken, and he was no longer breathing.

Allen threw away the deformed beam gun and went to the street.

Screams rang out one after another.

In the end, only the Captain of the Shadow Army was left to confront him.

The captain's face was gloomy and threw away the beam gun. As the source of power broke out, the speed of rushing towards Allen was not slow. Allen shrugged and even came forward without hesitation. The two collided on the street. The buildings next to them were rising and falling in a muffled sound, and the two buildings were shattered by the aura of the two of them. The captain flew backwards, his eyes and nose were bleeding, and he looked at Allen with disbelief: "You really only have level 26?"

Alan, whose body strength increased significantly after the second transformation, was completely damaged. He nodded seriously and said, "That's true." He stepped and flashed. He appeared beside the captain, and his fingers were faintly pointed, and a gray light flashed out of his fingertips. The captain's chest immediately appeared as the size of a bowl, and the internal organs inside were burned by the secret flames of the void that broke into the body. Alan clapped his hands and said softly: "But my level 26 is different from yours."

He looked up and Trisli and Smog fought together on the other side of the street. Trisli was not the kind of strong man who was good at frontal attacks, and Smog was the kind of general who rushed on the battlefield. So Trisli was one level higher than Smog in terms of source power, but the two of them were attacking and defending each other at this moment. However, the ravage teeth in Trisli's hand were never ordinary. Although the quality was not as good as the weapons of the Scarlet Queen, the light blue sword light pulled out of the dagger could easily leave deep cracks under Smog's sword and armor.

Trisli began to gain the upper hand, and she was probably given two minutes to decide the outcome. Alan was planning to join the battle circle and end the battle as soon as possible, and then a burst of applause rang out. Alan smiled faintly and turned around. A man stood quietly on the long street behind him, with dark skin, pale lips, bright red eyes and hair. The tall Barr was still wearing a black dress, holding a scarlet whip in one hand, and pulling three long ropes in the other hand. Each long rope was tied to a collar with willow nails. But the one who was wearing the collar was not a ferocious beast, but a charming woman. The three women lay on the ground like dogs, sticking their tongues, and one of them was licking the man's shoes.

Such a scene made Allen frown: "Are you snatching a dog or snatching a person?"

"This is no difference to me." The man's voice was sharp and he looked at the corpse at Allen's feet and said, "It's not simple. A middle-level officer of the Shadow Army died if he said he was dead. But I was very curious. The so-called communist in the Great Wasteland is just so powerful? Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kesch, the president of the Hellhound Union. How about it, are you interested in joining my union?"

Allen smiled but didn't answer.

"What a pity, I can only ask you to be my dog's food." Keschi smiled and raised his hand, and with a clever trembling, the long rope tied to the collar bounced away. The three women who were raised as dogs changed their expressions. Their previous face turned into a fierce look, and their hands and feet flew towards Allen. The source power burst out, but their strength was not low, and they were all at level 25 or 26.

A woman like a mother beast jumped up in the sky, driving her fingers and claws towards Alan.

Alan's sensing of the source power machine has reached the level of knowing the smallest. As soon as the woman raised her claws, he could see the "ripples" generated by the stimulation of the source power in the space. Knowing the force and trajectory of the attack, he could easily avoid it before the attack fell. In Kesch's eyes, his "dog" and Alan were rehearsed thousands of times. The latter was no longer as easy as one of the women's claws swept away with the source power. He still had time to fly up his leg while moving, and sent the woman to a store opposite the street.

With that foot, Keschi knew that the woman could not survive. Alan's foot looked very powerful, but the source power it transported was concentrated and accurate. When it penetrated through the body, it shattered the internal organs of the woman's body. Sure enough, the woman who fell into the store had no breath. Then Alan passed by the combined attack of two other women like a wandering in the garden, and gave the two women a kick and a palm. In an instant, three "dogs" in Keschi's hand were killed immediately.

The short battle time made Keschi's eyes widen. He looked at Alan in confusion. The human power level opposite was clearly placed there, which was level 26. Keschi believed that no one could hide his strength under his nose, but at the same level 26, it would be too easy for Alan to kill his subordinates. He was also a man of many battles, but now he couldn't figure out the reality of Alan.

He snorted coldly and whistled. The next moment, in the corners of alleys on both sides of the street, under the shadow of buildings, figures appeared in the windows of the shops or on the rooftops. The killers from the Hellhounds union looked at Alan coldly like evil beasts from the underworld. Alan spread his hands and said, "Can't you get on by yourself?"

Keschi smiled and said, "As long as you kill them, I promise to greet you in person."

He snapped his fingers.

Dozens of figures suddenly rushed out from their respective positions, everyone was dressed in black and dark. For a moment, even the light on the street seemed to be much darker.

The figures intertwined and intertwined, as if surrounded Allen.

Looking at the long street blocked by shadows, Kesch narrowed his eyes and said softly: "I heard that Gulan has also found other union people. If he doesn't deal with this guy as soon as possible, he will be afraid that Krat and Jaya will come to grab the credit..."

“In fact…”

"We're here."

Suddenly, two voices rang behind Keschi. The president of the Hellhound turned around like an electric shock. He was already standing behind him. The man was burly and wearing a dark purple armor. There was a lion's carving at the chest of the armor. He was carrying a giant axe the size of a tabletop. A short chain was hanging from the end of the handle of the axe, and a skull was tied. The skeleton's hollow eye sockets were facing Keschi. This man was the president of the Lion Union of the Underworld.

Cratt. The woman next to him was petite, with a cat-eared hair accessories on her fluffy gray hair, and her eyes seemed to be asleep, giving people a confused feeling. She was wearing a red short skirt and her two thin arms were gloves like hunting claws. The blade stretched between her fingers and fingers reflected the sunlight. Obviously, this thing was not a decoration, but a weapon for killing. This woman who looked cute was Jiaya, the president of the Black Cat Union.

Behind these two were the killers and cadres of the Lion of the Underworld and the Black Cat. As the two presidents made gestures, the killers dispersed, blocking both ends of the long street.

The president of the Black Cat, Jiaya, took a few steps with a shaky pace, tilted her head and said, "The people from the dark dance party didn't come. I heard that Lord Gulan informed them. What a pity, I still want to meet Xiao Luqi."

Keschi said in a deep voice: "What do you mean? Don't forget that I targeted the prey first. According to the rules, you have to wait until I take action ineffective before you can interfere!"

Krat, the president of the Lion of the Underworld, looked over to the long street and said, "Of course we know, but Kesch, if you have time to argue with us here, don't you think you will end up better? Look, your dogs are almost done with them."

"What?" Kesch looked back with a stern look. As Crater said, there were not many killers left in his union. In just two or three minutes, Allen had already knocked down many killers, and he himself did not have a single wound. Not only that, Allen's aura had not changed at all, which surprised Kesch. A large number of killers under him were not even qualified to consume Allen's source power!

In fact, it was not as Kesch thought. Alan's source power was still consumed. However, the speed at which Alan drew source power from the void far exceeded the amount consumed, so there was no change in Kesch's eyes. The president of the Hellhound finally changed his expression. He raised his hand and shook the scarlet whip in his hand and swept away, sweeping out a crack on the ground and attacking Alan. Wherever the crack passed, the other two union killers avoided it, forming a passage between Alan and the two.

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Chapter completed!