"It's them, it's unmistakable. I can see the resentment of the Zhanhu Clan wrapped around them!"
Bo Hao looked at the oncoming monks, and his body could hardly contain the murderous intent surging within him.
Other warriors from the Zhanhu Clan also came out one after another, with fierce looks in their eyes and gnashed teeth.
The heinous blood feud must be ended at this moment!
Ye Qing didn't know why they were so sure that this was their enemy, but he chose to believe Bo Hao.
After all, these days, the number of monks passing by the exit ranges from five to three hundred, but Bo Hao never said a word.
Until I saw those people.
There were no more than five people in the group, and they were all wearing uniform clothes. From a glance, they were from the same sect.
When they saw Bo Hao and others, they were all startled.
"There are actually people alive."
The leading man looked very young, but his brows were full of darkness, and he looked like a sinister and vicious person at first glance.
"Take your life!"
The enemies were extremely jealous when they saw each other. Bohao didn't even bother to say anything to these murderers and rushed forward directly.
There was a spear in his hand, a blood-colored stone spear soaked in the blood of the Zhanhu tribe.
The chill was so severe that even the monks watching from a hundred feet away felt a deep chill at this moment.
Bohao's black hair danced wildly, his eyes were like cold stars, and his burly figure was like Shura, exuding a heart-stopping aura.
Just looking at it from a distance makes people shudder!
"Who is this person?"
"Such a powerful person cannot be an unknown person. Why have I never heard of this person?"
"He is also dressed differently from us, like a savage!"
The monks onlookers were talking a lot, and they were all very curious about Bo Hao.
Among the five murderers, the leading man also stepped forward, and a silver spear appeared in his hand.
Then the gun came out like a dragon!
boom!
There was an earth-shattering explosion, the stone spears and the spears collided, powerful force burst out, and the ground was instantly exploded!
This person is actually a powerful master!
However, the monks behind him were all master-level monks, so the warriors of the Zhanhu Clan could handle it and rushed forward one after another, and the battlefield was immediately divided.
Ye Qing stood behind and did not take any action, so he knew that Bohao needed to vent a little at this time, otherwise he would drive himself crazy.
But he also frowned, because the strength of the murderers gave him a bad feeling.
"The ferryman?"
In a daze, Ye Qing seemed to understand why the Zhanhu Clan was known to others.
The Zhanhu tribe has always lived in the deepest part of the Tanggu secret realm. Although there are some rumors outside, no one can be sure.
But this time, someone found the Zhanhu Clan earlier than Ye Qingdu, which shows that they came prepared!
Excluding the time spent searching for their companions, they should have headed straight for the Zhanhu Clan without any delay along the way.
Why do they know about the Zhanhu Clan?
Unless it comes from the upper realm.
There are many great emperors and powerful men in the upper world, all of whom have lived for countless years. Their ancientness is terrifying.
Naturally, they also know many secrets of the lower world.
The news about the Zhanhu Clan may have been brought down by the travelers from the upper realm. After all, the heavenly materials and earthly treasures collected by the Zhanhu Clan can also help them restore their own realm.
"No wonder, it's another good thing done by the ferryman." Ye Qing said in a cold tone, with a faint smile on his lips.
He has been targeting the ferryman, and it seems that he was right about this.
Even his previous methods were still too gentle!
The battle in the field is still going on, and the most eye-catching one is of course the battle between Bohao and the ferryman.
The strength of both of them was very tyrannical. When the spears collided, billowing smoke and dust rose up. The huge force turned the place where they were into a huge pit of 100 feet.
The fierceness of the battle caused the color of heaven and earth to change, and the storm was turbulent.
Bohao roared like a mad monster, his eyes turned scarlet, the stone spear in his hand shone with a strange blood-colored light, and released waves of terrifying whistling sounds.
The spear struck with a force as powerful as thunder, carrying a violent hurricane, and a deep ravine was plowed out of the pit.
The ferryman didn't dare to be careless. He recognized Bohao as the man who chased them before, but he didn't expect that he was still alive.
"But a mere native dares to show off in front of me?!"
He held the silver gun with both hands, raised it high, and then smashed it down fiercely. The rumbling sound was like thunder exploding!
The invisible aura generated strong pressure, which fell on Bohao like a mountain.
But Bohao seemed to be tireless and painless. Even though there were wounds on his body, he did not take a step back.
"die!"
There was a click, and the silver gun came down. Bohao tilted his head to avoid it, but was hit hard on the shoulder.
The power contained in the silver gun directly smashed Bo Hao's shoulder, and the sound of bone cracking was heartbreaking.
But he took this opportunity to pierce the stone spear in his hand into the ferryman's chest.
"You must die to repay the hatred of the Zhanhu Clan!"
Bohao roared and stepped forward, and the stone spear penetrated the ferryman's body.
Then Bo Hao opened his mouth and bit down like a wild beast, biting off the ferryman's throat in one bite.
Blood spurted out wildly, and Bo Hao's head was stained red with blood. He knelt on the ground and roared to the sky.
"Revenge, revenge!"
The morale of the other warriors of the Zhanhu Tribe increased greatly, and they also imitated Bo Hao's example of being brave and fearless of death.
The remaining ferrymen had never seen such a crazy person. Fear and shock arose in their hearts, but the result was inevitable.
Soon, the battle was over.
Each of the Zhanhu clan monks was injured, but in exchange, not even the whole corpses of the five ferrymen were left behind.
Such a fierce battle shocked the jaws of many monks who were watching.
They looked at the Zhanhu warriors who looked like wild beasts, their eyes full of fear.
They both silently decided not to provoke this group of people in the future!
After killing the five murderers, Bohao felt that the pressure in his heart had weakened a lot.
But he did not relax, because these five people were not all the murderers, and there were still twenty or thirty people who had not arrived.
The Zhanhu tribe gathered the corpses of their enemies together and then burned them.
With the help of the flames, they threw some elixirs, fairy grass, and the like into the fire.
The flames quickly turned green, releasing a green mist that fell on everyone and began to heal their injuries.
After their injuries improved, all the soldiers stood up and looked up at the sky.
"Victory belongs to Zhan Hu!"
The monks who were watching were amazed. They had never seen such a strange way of healing, which made them more certain that these people were living in the depths of the secret realm.
Bo Hao returned to Ye Qing. He had five more storage bags in his hand and threw them all to Ye Qing.