Command Center Outer square.
The three teams have assembled.
Lei Hu is the captain of Eighth Brigade. He stood at the front of the team, glanced at the livid Zhou Han next to him, and then glanced at Li Zhengyang beside him.
Lei Hu approached Zhou Han and lowered his voice.
"Old Zhou, do you really want to go? Second Reconnaissance Protocol, it's for reconnaissance, and meeting the Demon-Human tribe is just a matter of life."
Zhou Han remained silent.
Lei Hu then complained, "Every mission to kill Demon-Human will cause heavy casualties. How many good people have been lost in our branch in two years? If we continue like this, how many people will we still have in our branch in two years?"
"The command was issued by Thunder Venerable."
Zhou Han threw this sentence.
Lei Hu curled his lips and looked at Li Zhengyang.
This newcomer is quite capable, but he still doesn't know what he's doing.
No matter how hard a person can fight, if he crashes into Demon-Human's nest, his skin will still be peeled off.
Zhao Yi clapped his hands. "Everyone is gathered, let's set off. The target is C7 Zone. The formation is Three-Talent Formation. The seventh team is in the center, and the sixth and eighth teams are arranged around."
Li Zhengyang did not return to the team, but walked directly to the front carrying Abyssfall Dragon Spear.
The gate opens and the team exits the wall.
Thirty kilometers into the wilderness, the aura began to become chaotic.
Zhou Han pulled out Battle Saber and gestured behind him, and the team immediately slowed down.
There was a slight vibration on the ground ahead.
"At three o'clock, Sixth-Rank Martial Artist Earth-Splitting Armored Bull, prepare for battle."
Zhou Han has a deep voice.
Someone just put his hand on the weapon.
A black shadow has already rushed out.
Li Zhengyang and even Cloud-Shocking Steps are useless.
He only relied on the pure physical explosion of Third-Rank Martial Emperor to crush the rocks under his feet and reach fifty meters away.
Earth-Splitting Armored Bull hasn't raised his head yet.
Abyssfall Dragon Spear smashed down.
The moment the tip of the spear came into contact with the thick rock armor on the back of the armored cow, the characteristics of the SS-Rank weapon were triggered.
Armor penetration effect is 80%, critical hit is 100%.
Poof.
The tip of the spear penetrated.
The armored cow's huge body made a muffled sound, and its internal organs were minced.
The huge force nailed the entire thing into the ground.
Draw your gun.
Li Zhengyang swept with a backhand.
The barrel of the gun hit the side of the second armored cow, and its internal organs mixed with blood spurted out.
For the next few, the spear points penetrated their skulls one after another.
The last one turned around and ran away.
Li Zhengyang holds the gun with one hand and throws it out.
The spear turned into a black line and penetrated the spine of the armored cow.
Li Zhengyang strode over and drew out his spear.
Quickly lift the skull and accept Demonic Core.
The other team members still kept drawing their swords.
Lei Hu opened his mouth.
He watched Li Zhengyang dig around among the dead bodies, but he couldn't pull out the knife in his hand for a long time.
"This..."
Lei Hu turned to look at Zhou Han.
Zhou Han put the knife back into its sheath, his face getting darker.
"Let's go."
The team continues to advance.
It was not peaceful along the way, with all kinds of Sixth-Rank Martial Artist Demonic Beast appearing frequently.
A group of Four-Winged Wind Wolf.
As soon as it came into sight, Li Zhengyang disappeared, the tip of the gun connected, and the wolf corpse fell to the ground.
A litter of Ironclad Lizard.
Li Zhengyang The spear plowed from beginning to end, all the lizards were wiped out, and Demonic Core made a profit.
One Seventh-Rank Martial Artist Shadow Leopard.
Lei Hu was about to call the team members to form a formation, but Li Zhengyang hit him head-on. Abyssfall Dragon Spear hit Collapse Formula three times in a row, and Shadow Leopard was stabbed through the throat without even being able to hold Body-Protecting Astral Energy open.
Lei Hu looks numb.
The team members under him were even more dumbfounded.
"Captain, are we here for a mission, or are we here to see him purchase goods?" A team member whispered in Lei Hu's ear.
"Shut up." Lei Hu wiped his forehead.
Zhao Yi is walking in the middle with Seventh Squad, and he is used to it.
The pony-tailed girl looked at the back of Li Zhengyang harvesting Demonic Beast, and the doubt in her eyes turned into fear.
With this speed and lethality, let alone those of the same level, even level-killing is crushing.
An hour later, the team arrived at the core area of C7 Zone.
The surrounding landform turned into a huge basin, and the rocks showed an eroded dark red color.
Zhao Yi stopped.
"Spread out, search like a carpet, be careful to block the aura, and look for traces of Demon-Human's activities."
The three brigades were divided into several groups and began to search the basin with a radius of dozens of kilometers.
Two hours passed.
Lei Hu walked back to the gathering point and shook his head.
"There's nothing to the east."
Zhou Han put away the long knife and came over.
"At the end of the west side, except for a few piles of ordinary Demonic Beast feces, no trace of Demon-Human was found."
Zhao Yi Looking at the map on Terminal, C7 Zone has been completely lit up.
There is indeed no Demon-Human tribe.
"Thunder Venerable is being too cautious over there?"
Zhou Han looked at Zhao Yi, "I think it's probably a single Demon-Human that wandered from somewhere else. It may have escaped from its original tribe and happened to walk to C7 Zone, where it happened to be bumped into by Li Zhengyang."
Lei Hu let out a long breath. "Old Zhou is right, it's very common for a single bird to wander outside the wall. It's easy to get into trouble if you stay in this damn place for a long time. Let's move out."
Zhao Yi thought for a moment and nodded.
No one wants to stay in this area for too long.
Once night comes, the activity of Demonic Beast doubles, making it extremely dangerous.
"Everyone gather and evacuate along the original route." Zhao Yi gave the order.
The team members looked relieved, put away their weapons one after another, turned around and prepared to leave.
Li Zhengyang stands at the outermost edge of the team.
He didn't move.
Abyssfall Dragon Spear was leaning on the ground, his eyes not looking in the direction back to the city, but looking at the rock walls around the basin.
He just cleared all the Demonic Beast around, and he made about 20 million.
But he was not happy at all.
Something strange appeared in Third-Rank Martial Emperor's perception network.
It's too quiet around here.
It's a bit strangely quiet.
Li Zhengyang holds the gun body tightly, and the Blood Qi in the body begins to flow in the meridians.
The golden light of <Indestructible Golden Body> looms under the skin.
"Don't move."
Li Zhengyang said.
Zhao Yi paused and turned to look at him. "What did you find?"
Zhou Han frowned.
"Recruit, the mission is over. Don't be surprised. There is no more Demonic Beast in this place."
Li Zhengyang did not watch Zhou Han.
He raised his spear and pointed the tip straight ahead.
"Coming."
Everyone was stunned.
As Li Zhengyang finished speaking, there was a cloud of gray mist.
A cold breath seeped in from all directions.
Lei Hu's expression changed instantly.
"There's movement on the right!" a member of Eighth Squad yelled.
The gray fog dispersed.
A dark gray figure came out from behind the rock.
A man with a row of bone spurs protruding from his back and horny scales on his face was staring at them coldly.
This is Demon-Human.
Lei Hu pulled out the long knife and swallowed. "Just one. Kill it and leave quickly."
"One?" Li Zhengyang looked ahead.
That Demon-Human did not attack, but opened his mouth and smiled.
It whistled.
The next second.
More Demon-Human were pouring out densely all around.
Each one exudes a powerful aura of Sixth-Rank Martial Artist or above, mixed with a few Seventh-Rank Martial Artist coercion.
The number is nearly a hundred.
Lei Hu's hand holding the knife began to shake.
Zhou Han's face was pale, his back was leaning on Zhao Yi, and his muscles were all tense.
This is the organized Demon-Human army.
They were surrounded.
At the moment when they relaxed their vigilance and prepared to evacuate, this group of monsters completed the encirclement.
"Prepare to fight to the death."
Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, and Terminal on his wrist sent out a harsh distress signal.
But the signal is intermittent and seems to be hindered by something.
The circle begins to shrink.
Nearly a hundred pairs of vertical pupils flashed with bloodthirsty light.
Li Zhengyang is carrying Abyssfall Dragon Spear in one hand.
He looked at this group of Demon-Human, and the killing intent in his eyes turned into pure fanaticism.
"Today."
Li Zhengyang turned his wrist and the spear let out a low whistle.
"I'm going to make a fortune."