The circle is shrinking.
Nearly a hundred Demon-Human are pressing towards the center.
They do not swarm together like ordinary Demonic Beast, but maintain a fixed distance.
Lei Hu's back was soaked with cold sweat.
"Zhao Yi! The signal can't be sent!" Zhou Han's voice changed its tone, "They are interfering with communications!"
Zhao Yi's face was ashen.
He scanned the surroundings and found that the nearest Demon-Human was less than fifty meters away.
"Form up! Back to back! How long can we hold on!"
The three teams quickly gathered together.
Martial King-level Astral Qis rose one after another, but under the suppression of nearly a hundred Sixth-Rank Martial Artists and above, they seemed weak.
The ponytail girl's hands were shaking.
The sturdy man swallowed his saliva and held Battle Axe in front of him, his arms trembling.
Everyone is preparing to die.
Except for one person.
Li Zhengyang has walked out of the crowd.
"Hey! What are you doing! Come back!" Zhao Yi shouted.
Li Zhengyang didn't look back.
Abyssfall Dragon Spear lies beside the body, and Third-Rank Martial Emperor and Blood Qi begin to accelerate in the meridians.
He focused on the nearest Demon-Human.
Sixth-Rank Peak.
That Demon-Human was a bit larger than the others, with bone spurs all over its body in dark purple, and its pupils glowing.
It was also looking at Li Zhengyang, with a mocking smile on its lips.
Master Blood Demon gave them accurate information.
This batch of second-exploration humans are all Martial King.
"Master Blood Demon has an order, leave no one alive, kill them all."
It gave the order in a hoarse voice.
The words are not finished yet.
Li Zhengyang has already flashed in front of him.
Cloud-Shocking Steps.
The speed of Martial Emperor completely overwhelmed the reaction limit of Demon-Human at this moment.
It didn't even see clearly how the person disappeared.
Abyssfall Dragon Spear penetrated its throat.
Dragon Soul Bone-Erosion triggers, Dragon Fang Armor-Piercer triggers, Lethal Dragon Maw triggers.
Serious injury, armor piercing, critical hit.
Three features are triggered simultaneously.
The tip of the spear penetrated the cervical vertebrae, passed through the back of the head, and brought out a section of white spinal cord.
Twisting Formula.
As soon as the gun turned, the entire head and shoulders were crushed.
Demon-Human's body still maintains a standing posture, but the part above the neck no longer exists.
The spurting black blood splashed all over Li Zhengyang's face, and he touched it with his hand.
"This blood stinks."
The body fell to the ground.
From the time he took a step forward until Demon-Human fell to the ground, it lasted two and a half seconds.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
Not only the human side, Demon-Human was also silent.
The advancing figures suddenly paused for a moment.
Nearly a hundred pairs of vertical pupils looked at Li Zhengyang at the same time.
Look at the headless Sixth-Rank Peak corpse.
Among the leader Demon-Human, the pupil of one Seventh-Rank Martial Artist suddenly shrank.
It has only one thought in its mind.
No.
Master Blood Demon is talking about a group of Martial King.
This human being... can kill Sixth-Rank Peak instantly, definitely not Martial King.
"Kill! Kill that one first!" it roared.
The moment the order was issued, the formation of the encirclement changed.
There were nearly a hundred Demon-Human that were originally evenly distributed, but more than sixty of them rushed towards Li Zhengyang at the same time.
The remaining skirmishers continued to press against the human team in the rear.
Zhao Yi was shocked when he saw this scene.
More than sixty Demon-Human and above Sixth-Rank Martial Artist, all went to one person?
"Do it! Now!" Zhao Yi reacted very quickly and directed the rest of the people. "Clear the stragglers! Hurry!"
The three teams finally came to their senses.
Although it was still difficult for everyone to fight against more than thirty skirmishers, it was no longer a fatal situation.
And in the center of the field.
Li Zhengyang faced a swarm of more than sixty Demon-Humans.
He smiled.
One million pieces.
Sixty pills is sixty million.
It's really so fragrant.
Dragon Spear turned half a circle in the hand, with the tip of the gun pointing down, and Blood Qi was filled.
"Come on! Whoever dies first!"
The first wave that rushed in front of us were five Sixth-Rank Mid-Stage Martial Artist.
Li Zhengyang made a sweeping sweep, the gun barrel slashed against the ground, and the dark gold lines exploded brightly.
With the power of Martial Emperor and the 100% bonus of Ancient Dragon Power, the destructive power of this sweep has exceeded the limit of normal Martial Emperor.
The lower bodies of the five Demon-Human were all broken.
They are still struggling, and their regenerative abilities are kicking in.
Useless.
Dragon Soul Bone-Erosion.
The regeneration rate of wounds caused by the spear tip is greatly reduced.
The flesh and blood at the section squirmed twice and then stopped.
Li Zhengyang didn't give them a second chance.
Five shots to make up the head, five heads to explode.
The follow-up Demon-Human came flooding in.
Li Zhengyang does not retreat but advances.
He rushed into the Demon-Human group.
Abyssfall Dragon Spear is flying in the dense group of Demon-Human.
Collapse Formula stabbed Bone Armor, Twisting Formula minced the internal organs, and swept the area.
Every shot taken takes a life.
Dragon Soul Bone-Erosion completely restrains the most terrifying regeneration ability of Demon-Human.
The wound pierced by this gun will not heal immediately.
This is a dimensionality reduction blow to Demon-Human.
Seventh-Rank Martial Artist Demon-Human on the side finally couldn't hold back any longer, and the three of them pounced on Li Zhengyang at the same time.
The sharp claws tore from three directions.
Li Zhengyang stepped down and the ground collapsed.
He rose ten meters into the air, and the spear came down from top to bottom.
"Have you ever seen the marksmanship falling from the sky?"
Collapse Formula, full strength.
The tip of the spear penetrated the Tianling Cap of the first Seventh-Rank Martial Artist, all the way to the chest.
While drawing the gun, he kicked the second one in the face with his left foot.
The pure power of the Martial Emperor class crushed its entire skull.
The third claw scratched his back.
<Indestructible Golden Body>Automatic operation.
The tips of the claws slid across the red-gold skin, leaving not even a white mark.
Li Zhengyang shot it backhand and pierced its heart.
Three Seventh-Rank Martial Artist, five seconds.
The remaining Demon-Human was finally scared.
They started to retreat.
Li Zhengyang will not waste walking gold coins in vain.
Cloud-Shocking Steps stepped on it continuously, and the figure flashed in the Demon-Human group.
Every time it flashes, there is one more corpse.
Tactical Watch and Micro Space flash continuously, and Demonic Core are put into storage one by one.
Two minutes later.
More than sixty Demon-Human, nearly half of them were lying on the ground.
The rest learned wisely and began to scatter and escape.
Li Zhengyang was in no hurry to chase.
He stopped and took a breath.
He glanced back.
Zhao Yi The three teams over there worked together and finally eliminated the last few stragglers.
Everyone was injured, but no one died.
Lei Hu collapsed on the ground, looking at the corpses on the ground over there at Li Zhengyang, his lips trembling.
Zhou Han sat down on the rock, Battle Saber was buried in the ground, covering his face with his hands.
The scene where he just questioned Li Zhengyang's battle report for fraud is still fresh in his mind.
Li Zhengyang squatted in the pile of corpses and dug out Demonic Core.
Zhao Yi came over wiping the blood from his face, stood aside and watched for a long time, and finally spoke.
"How many people did you just... kill by yourself?"
"I don't know the exact number, but more than thirty."
Li Zhengyang didn't raise his head and kept moving his hands.
"More than thirty..."
Zhao Yi repeated the number, his voice wafting.
Li Zhengyang put the last Demonic Core into the watch and stood up.
He looked towards the direction where the fleeing Demon-Human disappeared.
"This group of Demon-Human just said a word."
"What?"
"Blood Demon-sama."