Ye Hu must be here too. Although Long Junchen could not determine her position, his gesture was to tell Ye Hu that she could do it. Zhuang Ze and him had already reached the point of exhaustion. Now, it was time to give Zhuang Ze a fatal blow.

The silver butterfly danced gracefully, like a real living creature. The Night Fox grew up in a ninja family. Not only can heal the hidden weapons, but he can also accurately control the airflow, allowing the wind to hold up these exquisite blades. The heaviest of them is only more than 30 grams, which is extremely light. However, the nano-treated blade is enough to cut off the enemy's body. The role of this tiny hidden weapon on the battlefield is the most surprising.

The deadly butterfly group silently controlled the battlefield. The silver butterfly group was like a series of dancing grenades, dancing dangerous waltz, swaying up with the wind and coming to Zhuang Ze's body.

The night fox jumped high and jumped out lightly from the hiding tree canopy. Her slender thighs dragged a thin shadow. Then, she fell straight, and all the blades were driven by the strong wind. The butterflies danced with the wind, cutting towards Buzhihuo Zhuangze along different arcs. The fine blades slashed through the air and made a whimpering sound. The closer she approached, the more precise she mastered the weapon and the greater the power on the blade.

Zhuang Ze finally realized at this time. These silver butterflies did not seem to be celebrating his victory, but instead were singing an elegy to see him off.

He wanted to fight back, but it was too late. He really didn't expect that Long Junchen had a backup plan, and he had never noticed this backup plan, so he let Ye Hu hide silently in the dark, hiding like a poisonous snake, waiting for the best time to launch an attack.

Zhuang Ze looked at the silver butterflies living in a panic, and was a little lost. His figure wielded the golden sword and stopped in the sky for half a beat because of hesitation. It was the rhythm of this half beat. Long Junchen knew that the battle was over.

How could Long Junchen, who had extremely rich combat experience, missed such an opportunity? He quickly picked up the dragon-patterned dagger, kicked back with his feet, and pricked Zhuang Ze in front of him. He turned into a big eagle flying against the ground, spreading his wings and flying, and the blade was the sharp beak of the big eagle.

Without any surprise, this sure-killing blow had no other prelude. Long Junchen's dragon-patterned dagger pierced Zhuang Ze's chest so easily. The sharp blade pushed Zhuang Ze forward, and blood splashed out from Zhuang Ze's body like broken red silk.

Yehu's attack also arrived. The wild blades of the wild blades were entangled like angry butterflies, forming a silver cylinder around Zhuang Ze, surrounding Zhuang Ze tightly and repeatedly cutting Zhuang Ze's body. The nerve toxins on the blade could reach the brain in just a few seconds, causing a fatal reaction, but Zhuang Ze still maintained a retreating posture and tried his best to resist the silver blade that was like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Long Junchen, with a cold and solemn expression, as if he didn't care about everything around him at all. He quickly pulled back the dragon-patterned dagger, without leaving for a moment, and stabbed out again. With a slight sound, the blade pierced the throat of Zhuang Ze of Buzhihuo. This fatal prick broke through the vital point and directly penetrated Zhuang Ze's throat. A huge blood hole appeared in Zhuang Ze's throat, looking shocking.

Buzhihuo Zhuangze finally couldn't help it. He hurriedly threw away the golden sword in his hand, covered his bloody throat, looked at Long Junchen and Ye Hu with resentment, and squirmed a few words in his mouth, and then retreated like crazy as if he was crazy!

He retreated wildly, and he howled all the way. But his throat was broken at this time, so the howling sound seemed particularly strange and unpleasant, just like the roar of the beasts on the wasteland who died of pride before they died. The cut wounds on his body began to be eroded by toxins, which had become black and swollen. His eyes began to spill out blood, and his consciousness gradually began to wander outside his body.

Clouds covered Yintian Island, cold and uneasy. The sound of bells and drums, mixed with terrifying screams and angry curses, rang everywhere. The streets were crowded with people, and debris flew around. A pouring rain fell. People felt the panic of the world for no reason. Instinctively, they thought the end of the world was coming. Among the raindrops of the rotten egg bricks, Zhuang Ze fell to the ground weakly, looking at his empty throat with a little dull look, and then at the gentle boy with a normal face, as if all this was in the other party's plan. Could it be that he was really too naive?

The golden sword slowly lost its luster. What passed by was the last unwillingness in Zhuang Ze's eyes, which filled the world's light suddenly seemed to be less, and then a little less. The morning light became dim, the sun became dark, and the so-called light was no longer there.

Countless people looked up at the gradually dark sky. Perhaps, humans have been instinctively afraid of the night, but when only light is left, they are looking forward to the arrival of the night. So the night comes. Suddenly, the sky is dark. The night comes, and the night falls to the earth.

The world is quiet.

To the west of Yintian Island, a hillside covered with weeds stretches westward. I don’t know what the end of the west is, maybe it’s the sea, maybe it’s the mountain, maybe it’s nothing.

The weeds on the hillside spread and grew, and the color gradually became lighter and finally merged with the sky. Outside the hole half-blocked by gravel and weeds, there was a crow and bird's silence, so quiet that there was no trace of wind. Looking into the inside through the weeds, you could vaguely see a track winding like a dark depth, and something seemed to be hidden inside.

Some parts of the rails are twisted, raised, broken, or trapped in wet land, and are rusty, and seem to break if they are broken. The sleepers between the rails are lying on the edge of the tracks in a row. Some seem to be bitten by animals, and they are even seen tooth marks appearing randomly like weeds. Some are rotten, revealing hollow black holes. The rails covered by gravel appear and disappear from time to time, and extending intermittently like dark and bottomless mine caves. Discarded mining tools, mine lamps, mine hats, shovels, and even clothes are everywhere on both sides of the rails.
Chapter completed!