Facing Li Zhengyang's provocation, Soul Demon Prince, who was standing at the top of the altar, showed no sign of anger.
He turned his wrist slightly.
The energy ball in the palm of his hand scattered a few wisps of smoke.
Energy dissipates.
Soul Demon Prince straightened his robe and looked down from a high position.
"It would be boring to kill you directly."
There was a condescending contempt in his words.
"This body is perfect. But my Lord has been sleeping for too long. If we want to wake up our ancestors, Blood Qi alone is far from enough."
"The altar needs the purest fear and despair to water it."
The prince raised his dark eyes and focused on the muddy ground not far behind.
Raven Squad The only four people left were paralyzed there.
"Start with your companions."
Wu Ao was so scared that his bones almost fell apart. When he heard this sentence, his crotch immediately felt warm.
He froze in place, reached down with trembling hands, touched a piece of liquid and took a sniff.
He let out a long breath, and his tense shoulders relaxed.
"It turned out to be urine. I thought it was sweat. I am Fifth-Rank Martial Artist Psychic Master. How could I be scared to sweat?"
Soul Demon Prince ignored the ants at all and pointed in that direction.
Buzz!
A ripple spread along the red mist.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Dozens of thick black tentacles broke out of the ground first.
Immediately afterwards, huge monsters squeezed out of the ground one after another.
All Eighth-Rank Martial Artist Soul Demon!
After a rough scan, there were forty or fifty heads.
The aura of each head is no less than that of the one Wu Ao fought so hard to kill before.
The red mist was stretched open by Soul Demon's body, and the sour smell filled the entire valley bottom.
Wu Ao's mouth was half open, his jaw was dislocated and he was unconscious, and his saliva was flowing down.
One Eighth-Rank Martial Artist, and six of them, Raven Squad, barely managed to kill them after they used all their cards.
Now, forty or fifty.
This is a slap in the face.
What is horrifying is that after these Eighth-Rank Martial Artist Soul Demon broke through the ground, they were not immediately killed.
They tacitly surrounded Raven Squad and compressed it into a small circle.
The one at the front, Eighth-Rank Martial Artist Soul Demon, opened his big mouth and came less than half a meter in front of Wu Ao's face.
"Roar!"
A mental scream penetrated Wu Ao's mind.
"Ah!!!"
Wu Ao scratched his scalp with both hands and rolled in the mud.
This kind of injury is so painful that people can't even pass out and can only wake up and feel the severe pain of the brain tissue being scratched little by little.
Following the screams of Wu Ao, it turned into wisps of red energy and floated straight to the altar behind.
The ancient patterns on the surface of the altar began to glow darkly.
The prince was satisfied with this masterpiece.
He turned around, opened his arms, and stared at the gun-wielding young man in front of him again.
"See? This is the fate of the weak."
"Listen to this scream. Their despair is the best nourishment for our Lord's recovery. When they are drained dry, it will be your turn."
Except for the inhuman wail of Raven Squad, there was no noise around.
The prince stood silently for a few seconds, frowning slightly.
The human with the gun didn't even turn his head to look at it from beginning to end.
Stupid?
Li Zhengyang is indeed moving.
But he didn't pay any attention to Raven Squad, who was screaming miserably from behind, and he didn't even look at Soul Demon Prince, who was talking nonsense in the air.
Li Zhengyang stared at the ancient altar that was tens of meters high and swallowed his saliva.
Sea of Consciousness fully open.
At this moment, not a single bit of his telekinesis power was used to defend against the surrounding Soul Demon, and it was fully covered on the sealing pattern of the altar.
Li Zhengyang even measured the altar carefully from a distance.
He was still mumbling rapidly.
"The height starts at thirty meters, and the width at the bottom... is fifty meters."
"This broken stone is green all over, has extremely cold properties, and can also channel spirits, directly converting fear into an energy source."
Li Zhengyang became more and more excited as he scanned, and his breathing became a little heavier.
"Purebred Profound Yin Rock! On the black market outside, a pigeon egg as big as this would cost nearly hundreds of thousands! This whole altar... how many tons does that cost?"
I was thinking wildly in my mind.
"It's too troublesome to break it into pieces and put it away. Tactical Watch will never fit in it."
"You have to uproot it completely! Just wrap it with Psychic Power and give it a hard tug."
"If this thing is brought back to Army-Breaker Bureau Headquarters intact and sold to Research Institute, a bunch of scientific research lunatics who are engaged in formation research, it will have to be weighed in at least 100 million, right?"
"That old guy Qin Zhan has a lot of money. He just gave 20 billion to this bunch of losers like Raven. The main warehouse can definitely squeeze out some oil and water. I want him to have tens of billions for this top-quality altar. Isn't that too much?"
At the end, Li Zhengyang's back molars were all exposed.
This is the crisis-ridden Soul Demon Abyss.
This is a solid golden mountain for making a fortune!
Top of the altar.
Soul Demon Prince's calm face was completely shattered.
His complacent "game of despair" is nothing in front of this human being!
The boy opposite looked past him, gesturing with his hands in mid-air, and almost brought a tape measure over to measure the dimensions.
What is he doing?
How is he planning to tear down this king's altar? Sell it for money?!
What kind of lunatic is this!
The prince has been imprisoned under the dark Soul Demon Abyss for hundreds of years. When has he ever experienced such naked disregard!
"Ant."
The pressure belonging to Martial Saint level crashed down.
The surrounding red mist was evaporated by the air waves.
He doesn't want to play any desperate games.
Now he just wants to tear off the head of this human being with eyes full of the smell of copper and crush it to pieces!
Whoosh!
The prince's figure disappeared into thin air.
Space distortion!
In just one breath, his figure was already in front of Li Zhengyang.
The withered right hand was filled with deathly energy, heading straight towards the Tianling Cap.
"Since you are interested in my king's altar, sacrifice your brains to it!"
Martial Saint struck with anger.
Even if it were Martial Saint standing here, he would have to underestimate this blow.
However.
Li Zhengyang just raised his right hand upward.
Muscle memory honed through thousands of lives and deaths, plus Tyrannosaurus Bone's instinctive crisis warning.
The Abyssfall Dragon Spear inserted next to it was pulled out with great force.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, his waist sank, and with the help of his explosive power, he swung the butt of the Dragon Spear gun from the bottom up to create a full moon.
Indestructible Golden Body, open!
Asura Armor, full firepower!
The butt of the gun met the hand that was coming down from the cover, and hit it boldly!
If you want to pat me on the head, I will smash your hand!
On the surface of the gun barrel, thunder leaps and expands.
Two forces, one large and one small, collided in mid-air.
"Boom!!!"
A deafening sonic boom exploded at the bottom of the valley.
The air wave centered on the two people and pushed out horizontally.
Click, click, click!
Dozens of Rift Valley cracked out on the surface of the scarlet stone that had lasted for hundreds of years.
The air waves rolled up rubble all over the sky.
Eighth-Rank Martial Artist Soul Demon behind them were staggered by the impact.
Wu Ao and others were even thrown away with their bodies and the mud, and were hit hard on the mountain wall. They didn't know whether they were alive or dead.
The smoke and dust dispersed rapidly.
The center point of the confrontation.
Li Zhengyang stood on the same spot, still maintaining the posture of smashing upward with one hand.
The body has not retreated half an inch, and the soles of the feet are standing in the deep pit.
Look at the arrogant Soul Demon Prince just now.
In this head-on collision, he was so shocked that his upper body leaned back and he took half a step back!
Black smoke burned by thunder kept coming out of his withered right hand.
The valley floor became eerily quiet.
Li Zhengyang put away his posture and shook Dragon Spear to the side. The tip of the gun scraped against the stone slab and drew out a string of sparks.
He stared at Soul Demon Prince who took half a step back and grinned.
"You're quite strong, old man."
The words have not yet fallen.
The arm was strong, and the tip of the gun was pointed directly at the prince's throat.
"I wonder if Martial Saint level head can be sold for a good price if cut off?"
Bang!
The ground collapsed for a second time.
Li Zhengyang kicked the ground, and a thunder shadow shot up into the sky to kill him.