Following the order from the Master of Tiangang Palace, the monks in the nearby streets waved their swords and rushed towards the location where the fire just flashed.
The Loucheng monk who led the team shouted loudly, vowing to capture the hateful enemy, and then crush his bones into ashes!
More than twenty palace masters were as fast as lightning, blocking different directions to prevent the enemy from taking the opportunity to escape.
The crowd rushed into the ruins. Unexpectedly, there was a loud noise, followed by smoke and dust rising into the sky.
Another explosion occurred, catching everyone off guard.
The patrol members who were the first to rush over were howling like ghosts after being hit by rubble, and had to flee in all directions to avoid the attack.
The violent shock wave pushed the gravel and soil, turning it into a deadly weapon. At the same time, it carried the mutilated and broken corpses and fell into an unknown corner.
After the explosion subsided, wailing and screaming could not be heard without stopping. Unless you have experienced it, you would never know how terrifying the strong man's wailing was.
In the ruins that had been devastated again, grey-faced injured people could be seen everywhere. They ignored the blood on their bodies and were constantly searching for their companions among the rubble.
They will never be content without confirming whether their companions are alive or dead.
This was the first time since entering the ruins that the indigenous monks suffered such heavy casualties, which made them finally realize how much risk the monks had to take.
Compared to mortals, the world of monks is more cruel. It is precisely because they possess extraordinary power that they fight more frequently.
No matter how strong a mortal is, there is a limit. Even a general with ten thousand enemies cannot withstand the charge and stranglehold of the steel army.
After all, it is a body of flesh and blood, and can only use the power of muscles and bones. Even if it is used to the extreme, there are insurmountable limitations.
But the monks are different. After mastering extraordinary power, there is no upper limit to the improvement of strength. When you practice to the extreme, you can really destroy the world!
In this case, the strength gap between monks of various levels will be very different. The higher the level, the more terrifying the monks will be.
These indigenous monks, who had only fought ordinary monsters but thought they were not weak, finally received a wake-up call.
When facing a truly powerful person, not even the elite monks in the Fourth War Zone can withstand it, let alone these low-level monks who are like ants, they are just piles of cannon fodder.
"Damn it, damn it, don't let me catch you, otherwise I will cut you into pieces!"
Looking at the dejected indigenous monks, Lord Tiangang shook his head secretly. These aborigines were really useless.
This sudden bombing actually frightened many indigenous monks out of their courage and made them fearful of war.
A hound that loses its courage will lose the courage to fight fierce beasts. Even if it is forced into battle by a shotgun, it will only hesitate to move forward with its tail between its legs.
If these indigenous monks are left behind, they will not be able to achieve the expected results. At most, they can perform some insignificant tasks.
After re-screening, it was too late, especially since the indigenous monks were an indispensable part of the next battle plan.
Without these cannon fodder, how many manpower can the fourth theater send out, and how can we launch a siege battle?
In a short period of time, the number of casualties has been calculated, and there are actually hundreds of people!
Although they were plotted again, the ones who died were all indigenous monks and monks from low-level war zones, and no one in the palace master was affected.
Following the order from Palace Master Tiangang, the palace masters dispersed again, trying to find any clues left by the enemy.
"Hurry up and search carefully for me. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you still have to find the enemy!"
A monk from the low-level war zone roared. Several of his partners were eliminated, and his eyes were almost spitting fire at this moment.
After hearing this, the indigenous monks began to search silently, with anger also simmering in their hearts.
If given the chance, they will definitely attack the enemy desperately and avenge those dead companions.
"This is a waste of time. The enemy has already run away. How can he still stay there and wait for you to find him?"
Upon seeing this, a purple-clothed palace master said in a cold voice, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a scream suddenly came from the ruins in the distance, as if something had happened.
"He's injured, here..."
Someone screamed, as if they wanted to warn, but the next moment it was as if their neck was being strangled, and they could no longer make any sound.
Upon hearing this, the Lord of the Palace in Purple Clothes seemed to have thought of something, and quickly rushed towards the location where the exclamation came from.
In the dilapidated building, a masked man stretched out his hand and strangled an indigenous monk by the neck.
The masked man was covered in blood and seemed to have suffered severe trauma. There was a broken weapon like a firearm thrown next to him.
The moment he saw the weapon, the purple-clothed palace master's eyes flashed, guessing that his previous companions were eliminated by this kind of firearm.
A tiger fell to the ground and was bullied by a dog. A strong and majestic creator was actually killed by a strange-looking firearm!
Of course, none of this is important. The key is that the appearance of this weapon seems to prove the identity of the masked man in front of him.
When the purple-clothed Palace Master thought of this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his skinny arm suddenly shot out, heading straight for the masked man's vitals.
I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go!
If you kill the wrong person, you will only lose an indigenous monk, but if you kill that enemy, it will definitely be a great achievement.
"puff!"
The purple-clothed palace master's palm was comparable to a magical weapon, easily penetrating the masked man's body and grabbing a blood-red heart.
The native monk opposite was relieved, freed himself from the palm, and kept letting out violent dry coughs.
The eyes that looked at the master of the purple-clothed palace were full of gratitude.
"Something's wrong!"
The face of the purple-clothed palace master changed, and he discovered that the heart in his hand had already lost its vitality.
This can only mean one thing, the other party was already dead before he launched the sneak attack.
The abnormality is far more than this. How could the strong man who once ranked first be so vulnerable?
"Damn it, I fell into the trap!"
The face of the purple-clothed palace master changed drastically. He was still unaware of this matter and he had fallen into a trap.
There is definitely something wrong with the indigenous monk who was just captured by the masked man. He is probably the enemy they want to kill!
Looking at the indigenous monk opposite, he already showed a mocking smile, and the next moment there was a sword shadow coming towards his face.
"As expected, it's him. I'm afraid he won't be able to escape this time!"
Palace Master Ziyi's scalp was numb and he tried to dodge the attack, but it was too late.
The sword pierced the body, and if he used a little more strength, he could cut the purple-clothed palace master into two pieces.
"If you want me to die, you can't even think about it!"
The purple-clothed palace master was quite ferocious. After confirming that he was unable to escape, he actually chose to self-destruct and injure the enemy.
"madman!"
Feeling the abnormal energy fluctuations, Tang Zhen snorted coldly and could only dodge quickly.
"I want to run, but it's too late!"
The master of the purple-clothed palace laughed wildly, and a feeling of excitement arose in his heart. If he could kill Tang Zhen, it would be worth it even if he took advantage of him.
After all, Tang Zhen is burdened with the blood debt of three palace masters. If he is allowed to continue to be rampant, who else will be killed?
The next moment, the purple-clothed palace master's body turned into a dazzling ball of light, covering the entire nearby area.
There is no shock wave, only a seemingly warm light that can melt everything in an instant.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Tang Zhen simply took out a bomb and chose to detonate it without hesitation.
Use explosions to make explosions, dissipate the purple-clothed palace master's light of destruction, and then seek a glimmer of hope.
Even if it is to withstand the impact of the explosion, it is better than being eliminated by dissolution. The former may still survive, but the latter will definitely die!
The shock wave of the explosion enveloped Tang Zhen and pushed him away. His flesh and blood continued to scatter as he retreated, and then disappeared in the white light.
By the time he got out of the range of the white light, Tang Zhen had turned into a skeleton of white bones, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying.
When the explosion occurred, portals suddenly appeared, and countless monsters swarmed out.
When Tang Zhen landed, he happened to be within the range of the teleportation array, and was directly involved in the unknown space!
