The Shadowborn elder was wearing a jagged-edged cloak, and his legs could not be seen, only his strangely tall body.
Standing on the ocean of darkness, the Shadowborn Elder perfectly interprets the temperament of the God of Death. In its deep pupils, it seems that every living creature is marked with the time of death.
One of its hands hangs down naturally, and the other hand rests on the long handle carried on the shoulder with the crook of the arm.
The other end of the long handle is naturally the death scythe. Most of the time, shadowborn elders will use this weapon that can cut open a person's chest and hook a person's soul.
"Jiejiejie~~~~~~~~"
The laughter of the Shadowborn elders is particularly special and terrifying.
It turned its head and glanced at Mo Fan.
The intense darkness was like the swamp of death. The Shadowborn elder was very satisfied. The look he looked at Mo Fan seemed to say: The boy is determined.
"Jie!!!"
The Shadowborn elder suddenly flew across the river of darkness and faced the mighty army of demons crossing the river alone.
Just when Mo Fan thought that the Shadowborn Elder would wield the Dark Death Scythe to kill, the Shadowborn Elder danced the long handle with both hands, and the other end of the handle was a heavy blood hammer full of cone spines! !
The blood hammer was surprisingly big, because the dark mist always hung thickly around the Shadowborn elder, so when Mo Fan saw the Shadowborn elder carrying a long handle, he subconsciously thought it was a scythe.
As a result, the elder Shadowborn swung his hand, and a large blood-dark iron hammer flew with plasma and flesh all over the sky!
When this blood hammer hit, it felt like the entire dark space was shaking.
The few strong Kraken beasts that charged at the front were originally covered in scale armor and had horns like fighting beasts. Who knew that the violent hammer of the Shadowborn Elder would knock them into a spin? What kind of scale armor and strong fins were there? , all the monster horns were smashed to pieces! !
hammer! !
Boom! !
The Shadowborn Elder's strength in Mo Fan's dense void area is closer to his state in the dark plane. As long as the hammer is swung up and down, a large number of corpses will definitely appear.
The corpses of Kraken and Siren were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which species they were. In just a few minutes, the dark river at the feet of the Shadowborn elder was filled with wreckage.
Compared with the sickle, the hammer is rough and direct. After a few heavy hammer blows, the group of Dujiang demons were shocked, and for a while they lost the courage they had before to run rampant and fear nothing.
The Shadowborn elder was immersed in the massacre of those great commanders, and finally turned around after finally smashing them into pieces beyond recognition.
It was holding the handle with one hand, and the heavy hammer with blood clots on it was rubbing between the broken corpses of the commander. The scene was extremely horrifying.
In this way, dragging the killing hammer, the Shadowborn elder walked step by step towards the army of demons crossing the river.
Every time he took another step, a black evil energy would surge up next to the elder Shadowborn like a whirlwind, and then a Shadowborn guard would walk side by side with the Elder Shadowborn.
The Shadowborn guards seemed to be influenced by this elder boss, and what they held in their hands was no longer an assassination weapon such as a dark dagger, but an ax and hammer, carried on their shoulders!
There were more and more guards, each of them holding a blood-stained weapon. They were led by the Shadowborn Elder, a general who dragged heavy hammers, and walked towards the group of cross-river demons in such a arrogant manner...
Not to mention Ding Yumian who was stunned for a moment, even Mo Fan himself was dumbfounded!
The Shadowborn Elder is a highly respected sage in the dark plane. He is in charge of the power of life and death of the Shadow Clan. Even if he does not have the courage of an emperor, he is equivalent to the existence of the wind of a prince. Why does the performance at this time look so much like a gangster during the Republic of China! !
What kind of unified black cloak, what kind of unified weapons such as hammers, hammers, axes, and hammers, swaying with a bullish pace, and holding the hammers and hammers in a mean-spirited manner...
Mo Fan finally understood what it means that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.
The Shadowborn elder was a wild killer, and the Shadowborn guards under his command imitated him one by one.
However, this posture that looks like the Ax Gang, the slaughtering momentum revealed is by no means the bluff of a street gang, but closer to a kind of imprisonment and torture!
Just like a serial pervert, bloody and cruel, it has already controlled the target, and the next thing to do is to choose a method to kill the target.
Whether they use common sickles, knives and axes, or more frightening and desperate hammers, what awaits these river-crossing monsters is a tragic end! !
The shadowborn elder wields a long hammer, and wherever the hammer strikes, bones and scales will explode.
The strength of the Shadowborn guards increased dramatically in the aura of the elders and the void zone. They lined up in rows and cleaned up the group of river-crossing monsters in an orderly manner, not letting any of them go.
This is how we should deal with this group of ferocious and vicious sea monsters.
In the art of death, the creatures in the dark plane are countless levels ahead of these deep sea monsters.
Mo Fan strongly agrees with the actions of the Shadowborn elders. When dealing with sea monsters, we must make them afraid and inject fear factors into their bones. We must make them understand that invading this country's cities and territories and harming human beings requires more sacrifices. A terrible price! !
The corpses of the Kraken filled the river, and the originally turbulent river water was completely stagnant. The debris blocked here even floated to the surface, and a new sandbar was formed in front of and behind the bridge.
There used to be a sandbank here, filled with the corpses of black pigs and the limb fragments of the crocodile demon, but now this sandbank has reappeared. It is not made of sand, but the bones of the river crossing demons piled up in mountains! !
It was the first time for Ding Yumian to witness such a scene. It was a blood-stained nightmare.
But she didn't look away deliberately, she didn't allow herself to have such weak emotions.
Because she knew that if the mountains piled up were not the river-crossing demons, then the people all over the river must be the residents living on both sides of the river. That would be the real despair without borders!
The turmoil in his heart returned to turmoil, and Ding Yumian tried to keep himself calm and collected as much as possible.
Every time there was a fluctuation, she would subconsciously glance at Mo Fan next to her.
Mo Fan had a cold expression and indifferent eyes. He was obviously used to such scenes.
But Ding Yumian knew clearly that the person in front of him had no mercy at all, and his heart was like fire and lightning. Anyone who touched his bottom line would surely suffer the most intense and wild punishment and revenge!
In troubled times, there is no room for mercy, let alone hesitation.
We must kill decisively and counterattack with thunder! !
Only in this way can we protect this hundred-kilometer river! !
As a psychic mage with a weak heart, how can he deal with those cunning sea monsters who only have eyes for killing? ?
Ding Yumian felt that he had learned a very important lesson today.
People cannot determine their own natural factors, just like a troubled mind brings a guilty past. But if one's character can be as firm as the person next to him, it will no longer bring disaster to others, but will become the most solid protection! !
