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"It's over!"

The Blood Hand Lord Vatley was filled with coldness.

Camus, who used the angel of revenge, had a huge strength that had soared to the peak of the legend. In addition, the other party hated him to the core and was afraid of life when fighting. He was completely in a stance that he would rather be injured than tear off a piece of flesh.

This kind of battle made the blood-hand lord, who had always cherished his life, the more he became, the colder he became, and his reaction became more and more panicked.

Especially when he saw the one-sided situation in front of him, he almost fainted.

Although the mysterious young man from the demon clan brought a very complicated team, his strength was unexpectedly strong. The most terrifying thing was that this team had strict discipline and strong morale, even better than the Demon King's personal guards.

The guards and servants in the castle where he is located are not opponents at all, and it is only a matter of time to be eliminated. In addition, the entire castle is shrouded in a layer of unbreakable and invisible and colorless transparent barrier, which makes them like turtles in a jar and have nowhere to escape.

When he thought about this, the Blood Hand Lord Wat looked pale and he felt more and more frightened.

Could it be that the Blood Hand Lord, who has dominated this territory for hundreds of years, will be destroyed here today?

No, he is unwilling to give up!

"Watley, fighting with this general, do you still have the intention to distract yourself?" Shadow Thorn Camus, his eyes full of murderous intent, and his voice became hoarse and rough and sneered, "Hehe, beast, die for me!"

Suddenly, Camus, holding a dark energy transformed spear, turned from the air conditioner and fell sharply, like a sharp spear, piercing the chest of the Blood Hand Lord below.

The Blood Hand Lord's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were trembling in his sockets.

He knew that the situation was hopeless, and immediately roared and launched a desperate counterattack at Camus.

The battle in the entire castle hall instantly rose to a white-hot stage.

"Fight quickly and decide quickly, remember not to smash valuables, the lord will still sell them for money!"

"Did you hear it? Abron, you said, "You're going to hit the hammer in your hand and then hit it again!" Who else? Don't cut the big knife on something valuable, if the ornament is broken, it won't be valuable..."

Wang Yan stood there and casually shouted to his subordinates around him, as if he was not fighting the desperate battle with a great lord, but going to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables, which was relaxed and satisfactory.

"Master Hill, don't you go and play a few games to stretch your muscles and bones?" Wang Yan saw that the whole battle was almost over, so he simply returned to the frame and got next to Master Hill.

At present, he only needs to keep the barrier of the Yata Divine Mirror in his hand unbreakable, and he doesn't need to take action at all.

Of course, Wang Yan seems to be relaxed at the moment, but in fact, he is the one who is the most difficult. Manipulating the Yata Mirror requires high-intensity spiritual and strength support. If the Yata Mirror barrier is destroyed, then Wang Yan and his group will probably fall into the army. It is really called "Daily Response" and "Dao Earth is not effective, and they will eventually die without a burial place."

So this battle is actually very dangerous, but fortunately, Wang Yan himself is very strong and his own strength is enough to support the barrier of Yata Mirror until the end of the battle.

In addition, Wang Yan's subordinates also received tactics and arrangements in advance. They all rushed the enemy to the middle as much as possible and paid close attention to the enemy's movements to prevent the enemy from taking the opportunity to attack the barrier.

Therefore, victory is only a matter of time. The reason why we can win so easily is that we obtained detailed information and made precise arrangements before the war. It can be said that the time, place, and people all stood on Wang Yan's side. It is difficult for Wang Yan to win.

"Bada, sbang." Master Hill was sitting on the edge of the truck like a little old man, smoking his cigarette puff leisurely, "Fighting is a young man, so I won't participate. You are so brave that you rushed directly into the center of the Blood Hand Lord's lair to start fighting. I'm so happy to see it."

"The timids starve to death, and the bold ones are to death. If I don't enter this tiger's den, where will the tiger son come from?" Wang Yan waved his hand disapprovingly, and used the hell to describe the common saying on earth just now.

"Well, this Blood Hand Lord is so rich that he looks like he is going to make a fortune." Master Hill smoked his cigarette puff and sighed, "With Lord Demon Flame's courage, if he has a full eight-grave in the future, the Demon King will probably become your prey."

The world of hell is full of cruel jungle laws. As long as the fist is big, anyone has the right to speak. Therefore, no matter which lord or the devil, every part of their territory and resources is snatched and fought for by their personal ability.

If you want to survive and develop, the struggle between the strong and the strong will inevitably be avoided and it is accustomed to it. Of course, you can also choose to be dominated by others and become the minions of others and the target of exploitation, so that you can survive. However, this is not the path that Wang Yan wants to take.

"Are you a devil?" Wang Yan smiled softly and replied, "As long as you threaten the lord and block the lord's way, all the enemies of the lord. When dealing with the enemy, the lord will not be ruthless."

This statement is quite modest. The Master of Yanhu, who was once in the Red Refining Lake, was a demigod and demon king-level overlord. But in order to protect the safety of the plane base, Wang Yan immediately organized his troops and launched a war against it.

If in the near future, in order to bring back Wuya Ange, even if he had to conflict with a certain demon god, Wang Yan would do whatever he wanted.

Time goes by again.

The Blood Hand Lord Vatley became more and more anxious as he fought. As he missed a panic, Shadow Thorn Camu immediately seized this excellent opportunity. At the moment, he flashed behind Vatley and shot through the opponent's body.

Then he heard a muffled sound like a blast of air. Camus's disease, which transformed from dark energy, exploded with the flow, filled with dark energy of death and decay. It immediately rushed into the flesh and blood body of the Blood Hand Lord and the eight extraordinary meridians.

"Uh! Uh!"

The Blood Hand Lord opened his mouth wide and let out a nearly silent howl. In a short moment, he seemed to have his soul eroded, and he could not move even a toe. And the severe pain made him unable to survive or die.

"This knife is for my destruction of the legion!"

At this time, Camus, who was in the state of a revenge angel, had a ferocious face, which was even more terrifying than a demon. He slowly walked to the Blood Hand Lord, grabbed the other party's neck, lifted him up strongly from the ground, and then turned into a blade with one hand and penetrated into his body.

"This knife is for my wife!"

"This knife is for your compatriots who have been tortured!"

"This knife..."

After Camus stabbed in with one hand, he turned and stirred cruelly, causing the Blood Hand Lord to howl miserably and resounded throughout the castle hall. But the more miserable the Blood Hand Lord was, the more intense the hatred in Camus' heart.

In this way, Camus counted the blood-handed Lord's crime, cut open his body one by one, and cut the other party alive.

Such a cruel and violent approach is simply the strongest shock to the subordinates of the Blood Hand Lord.

In the end, with the Blood Hand Lord tragically dying, the only few remaining subordinates of the Blood Hand Lord were completely in despair and collapse.
Chapter completed!