The red mist suddenly worsened.
Wu Ao Just turned around and was about to run away, his knees went weak and he fell to the ground.
"Ah!"
The team members following him were even worse, rolling on the ground with their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
Just at that second.
A substantial spiritual pressure crashed down from the altar directly in front.
Li Zhengyang was standing less than ten meters in front of Wu Ao, safe and sound.
Prison Dragon Asura Armor responds automatically.
The pressure that made Raven Squad vomit blood on the spot hit Asura Armor firmly.
Ding.
There was a muffled sound.
There was only an invisible ripple on the surface of the armor, not even a white mark left.
Li Zhengyang patted the black ash on the shoulder armor.
"That's it?"
Wu Ao lay in the mud, staring at Li Zhengyang's relaxed back.
What kind of monster is this? Martial Saint-level mental pressure. He doesn't even take a defensive posture and just uses his body to bear it?
At the top of the altar, a ball of black blood slowly squirmed and gathered upwards.
But in the blink of an eye, a figure was pieced together out of thin air on the altar.
Different from the previous Soul Demon, this figure looks more like a human figure.
Wearing a long robe, his face was as white as wall plaster, and he had an indescribable evil aura.
The most terrible thing is that his eyes are completely black without a trace of white.
Wu Ao raised his neck with difficulty, and the moment he saw that face clearly, his heart stopped for a few seconds.
"Soul Demon Prince..."
Wu Ao His teeth were chattering, and even the tone of his voice changed.
He had seen the incomplete portrait of this thing in the confidential archives of the Raven Association.
More than a hundred years ago, Soul Demon Abyss had a riot that almost destroyed the world, and the leader was a Soul Demon Prince.
At that time, Great Xia Military Department directly transferred a Martial Saint to cooperate with multiple Martial Venerable to suppress it. In the end, Martial Saint had to die to seal this thing back to the bottom.
This is the living ancestor who can go head-to-head with the high-end combat power of Great Xia.
"It's over... it's all over."
Wu Ao completely collapsed on the ground, his eyes lost sight.
On the altar.
Soul Demon Prince slowly twisted his neck, and the long-lost freedom made him feel happy both physically and mentally.
He didn't even look at the Raven players who were about to be crushed to pieces on the ground. His pure black eyes were locked directly on Li Zhengyang.
"A perfect body."
The voice is not loud, but it carries an alluring force that makes people want to kneel down and worship.
He raised his hand and pointed at Li Zhengyang: "You are much more interesting than the sacrifices prepared below combined."
Wu Ao struggled desperately on the ground, clawing at the ground with his hands and trying to crawl back.
The team member next to him, who had been smashed into a pig's head by Li Zhengyang with the butt of his rifle, couldn't bear the mental oppression that hit his brain stem, and howled at the top of his lungs.
The prince frowned slightly.
He casually stretched out his finger, pointed it in the direction of the player, and flicked it lightly in the air.
Bang!
In an instant, the whole person sank inward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the blood, essence, and mental energy from the body were instantly drained.
In less than a second, a living person weighing more than 200 kilograms was transformed into a twisted, skinny mummy.
The wind blows.
With a snap, the mummy fell onto the stone and broke into several pieces.
The remaining four Raven members were so frightened that they peed their pants and crawled around like crazy to squeeze towards Wu Ao.
Li Zhengyang ignore the mummy.
He took half a step forward, Asura Armor's mask fell back, revealing a face full of interest.
He looked up and down at Soul Demon Prince on the altar and smacked his lips.
"Martial Saint-level Soul Demon."
"The crystals Eighth-Rank Martial Artist Soul Demon exploded before are pure enough. At your level, does the Soul Crystal that exploded have a gold edge? It should be able to sell for a sky-high price."
As soon as these words were spoken, the empty valley floor fell into a deathly silence.
Soul Demon Prince was obviously stunned.
I have read it many times, but there are not even ten thousand but eight thousand human beings Martial Warrior who died in his hands.
Anyone who saw him either knelt down and begged for mercy, or ran away in terror.
A guy actually showed up today, dumbfounded?
"Hehehe..."
The prince chuckled.
He laughed louder and louder, and the surrounding fog began to spin crazily with his laughter, forming huge vortices.
The surrounding space began to twist and deform, and the stones on the ground floated uncontrollably, and were then crushed into powder by invisible forces.
Wu Ao is going crazy.
He felt that Li Zhengyang's mind was definitely full of water. How long had it been since then and he was still irritating the other party?
"Li Zhengyang! Are you fucking crazy?"
Wu Ao lay on the ground and roared at the top of his lungs, "That's Soul Demon Prince! Great Xia Martial Saint is going to make you feel scared! All of us combined are not enough to crush him with one finger! Run! You cover our run!"
Li Zhengyang turned his head and glanced at Wu Ao as if he was mentally retarded.
"Shut up."
The Dragon Spear in his hand was punched on the ground, and several cracks opened in the ground.
"If you howl again, I'll twist your head off and stuff it into his mouth."
After saying that, he turned back, pointed his fingers in the air, and made quick calculations.
"Eighth-Rank Martial Artist Soul Crystal can be sold for ten million outside. Your Martial Saint-level gadget, even if you get a 20% discount, it must be at least tens of billions."
Li Zhengyang said to himself, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
Soul Demon Prince's laughter stopped abruptly.
The amusement on his face completely disappeared, leaving only the endless cold murderous intent.
"Ignorant human beings."
"I will make you experience true despair before you become a sacrifice for our Lord's resurrection."
He slowly raised his right hand.
The scarlet mist gathered crazily towards his palm, and in an instant it compressed into a mental energy ball only the size of a fist.
As soon as the energy ball took shape, the surrounding air was instantly drained.
Wu Ao Several people could not even breathe. They were strangling their necks with both hands, their eyes were bloodshot, and they were ready to die suddenly at any time.
Li Zhengyang still didn't take any defensive posture.
"Stop talking nonsense."
He gripped the gun barrel with both hands, his muscles tense.
Dragon Spear suddenly raised his head, and a cold light erupted from the tip of the spear, pointing directly at Soul Demon Prince on the altar.
"I'll take your head."