In a retro castle, there is a gorgeously decorated conference hall. At this moment, there are more than twenty foreigners sitting in the hall.
They are all level nine, representing the highest combat power in the world.
"It's unreasonable. A mere protoss dares to provoke us like this. He must be killed!" said a radical middle-aged man.
"That man is coming in a menacing manner and has already killed many of us. He is extremely powerful in combat." Another person said, his brows furrowed.
"So what? We have countless warriors who want to survive under constant siege and killing, unless he is a god!" The person from before spoke again, "As for the gods in the God Realm, you must also know that they have long been
died."
"Khan, please be patient. That man's strength is beyond imagination. He only brought more than a hundred people with him, but he destroyed many of our men with zero casualties. We must be on guard!" Someone else said.
"Yes, that person is too strong and sharp, so it's better to be careful."
"That's right, let's discuss it again."
Others persuaded me.
With a bang, the ninth-level god-king named Khan Ding stood up and shouted: "What's there to discuss? As long as there are more people, there is no unwinnable battle! Since you are unwilling to fight, then give me people, I will
Go and fight."
"Khan Ding, it's a small thing to do to others. We are worried about your comfort."
Han Ding directly interrupted the other party's words and said indifferently: "Stop talking nonsense, either you give people to others, or you go to war!"
"I wonder how many people you plan to bring to the battle?" Someone asked immediately.
"A family of one thousand!"
There are more than 20 people sitting in the audience at the moment. One thousand for a family means more than 20,000 people. This is an extremely huge number. Even if there are countless ninth-level god kings in this depth, they cannot withstand one loss.
Drop the number 20,000.
"Five hundred, the most we can offer is five hundred, otherwise we would rather not fight." The person who spoke first hesitated and said.
Han Ding glanced at them, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, and did not bother to argue with them, saying: "Okay, then five hundred per family!"
With a family of five hundred, that is an army of more than 10,000 level nine god kings, which is still very terrifying.
The meeting quickly dispersed, and Han Ding was the first to leave. Before leaving, he glanced at several people in the room, called a coward, and then spat hard on the ground.
These people were so underestimated that their faces were very ugly, but they seemed to be afraid of sweating and did not dare to break out.
As a result, Han Ding became even more proud and left laughing.
When he left to inquire, the expressions of those who had turned ugly immediately calmed down, and several of them had inexplicable smiles on their faces.
An army of more than 10,000 people quickly gathered and marched towards the periphery, led by Han Ding.
Half a month later, this army met Zi Chen's team.
Seeing the opponent's ninth-level god-king army, everyone in the field was surprised except Zi Chen.
The monk and others are only at level 7, so it is not a problem to deal with a level 9 person. However, the number of level 9 people now exceeds 10,000. How can we fight this?
The same is true for Mitty. Although the people she brought were all elite, the number was too small.
She didn't expect that just by going deep here, she would encounter this kind of existence. This was undoubtedly equivalent to a decisive battle.
Compared to the changing expressions of the others, Zi Chen showed a smile. The battle could not continue like this forever, someone would always need to break the situation.
Now, this person is here.
He looked at Han Ding, who stared at Zi Chen coldly and shouted: "Is it you who will lead the team to destroy our people?"
"That's right."
Zi Chen walked forward.
"I heard that you have another force that is fighting against my people?" Han Ding asked again, his voice still cold.
"That's right!"
Zi Chen stopped after taking a few steps and looked at Han Ding.
"Very good, after killing you bastards, my army of ten thousand people will go over and destroy your power in one fell swoop!" Khan Ding said coldly: "Your people will become the food of my people!"
Zi Chen smiled and said, "You don't have this chance anymore."
After saying that, a ray of light appeared in his hand. The light turned into a long bow, and the divine needle turned into a feather arrow.
Zi Chen bends his bow and shoots arrows.
The energy between heaven and earth surged towards Zi Chen. With Zi Chen as the center, a radius of several thousand feet became an energy vortex, and he was the center of the vortex.
Sensing this fluctuation, Han Ding let out a loud shout. For the first time, he lost confidence in his heart. He should have gone forward to kill Zi Chen, but at this moment he chose to defend.
Buzz!
His defense was fully aroused, and at the same time he was extremely annoyed, thinking that after blocking this blow, he would definitely make the opponent look good.
He pushed his defense to the limit, and then he felt that the pressure around him had dissipated a lot, which made him feel at ease.
The Heaven-reaching Divine Needle has been charged up, and Zi Chen releases the arrow.
The feather arrow flew out, leaving a black crack in the air, extending directly in front of Han Ding.
With a snap, Han Ding's defense shattered, and the arrow pierced his heart. His proud armor was also pierced in an instant.
A blood hole appeared in his heart, and the surging vitality disappeared as the blood flowed out.
He widened his eyes and looked at Zi Chen in front of him in horror. In his sight, Zi Chen was becoming blurry and disappeared the next moment.
His body collapsed.
Before the battle even started, the general was killed with an arrow, which caused chaos in the army of 19,000 level god kings behind him.
Fortunately, they are not real soldiers and do not need a general. The ferocity in their bones is inspired by them.
Powerful murderous intent surged, and this nine-level god-king who exceeded ten thousand was about to kill Zi Chen.
Buzz!
The void shook, and then the space began to distort and turned into countless fragments. A huge black hole fell from the sky and enveloped them instantly.
Zi Chen unfolds the world, this is his biggest killing weapon!
In the blink of an eye, the army of over ten thousand God Kings disappeared, and the black hole returned to normal.
Mitty and the heavenly guards led by her in the rear were dumbfounded and almost turned to stone.
As they went deeper, the biggest crisis was resolved just like that.
What kind of magic is that black hole that can swallow over 10,000 ninth-level God Kings at once?
Looking at Zi Chen's face, there was no sign of excessive consumption. It seemed that they had never seen Zi Chen consume a lot of energy due to fighting so far.
After the god king's army was destroyed, Zi Chen stopped moving forward and stood still.
No one knew what Zi Chen was thinking.
A ray of light flew from the distance. It was a foreigner, also at the ninth level. At this moment, his face was still in shock. He cupped his fists at Zi Chen and said, "Hengde has seen you, sir!"
Zi Chen looked at Heng De and said, "Tell me why you're here."
"I hope your Excellency can withdraw the troops," Hend said directly.