The end of the crowd has gradually reached the center. There is no point in Mo Fan staying at the high place. On the contrary, there is no arrangement for the rest of the work. After all, the plan is too hasty.
In desperation, Mo Fan could only jump down from a high place and be responsible for guarding the end of the crowd.
In fact, it's not that there are no special arrangements, but mages are also human beings, and things like cutting off the body are definitely the most dangerous. If they want to save their lives, they will naturally not do such a thing where they will be surrounded by the undead at any time.
The end of the crowd is indeed the most dangerous, and the mortality rate is much higher than that on both sides. If Mo Fan and Swift Star Wolf hadn't been guarding here, the entire tail would have been blocked in the middle of the road by the influx of skeletons and evil ghosts.
Once the undead cut off the crowd, the cut off group of people would have no chance of survival.
"Crack!"
Mo Fan crushed another undead crystal, and the magic energy in the nebula was only restored to one-sixteenth, which was negligible.
This little magic power can't even draw an intermediate star map, so he can barely use thunder seals to delay the pace of the undead coming up from behind.
Fortunately, the Swift Star Wolf is here, it can destroy all the undead close by, allowing Mo Fan to draw magic with peace of mind.
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"嚜~~~~~~~~!!!!!"
Not far from the street, a roaring roar came over.
Accompanied by this roar was a burst of violent black breath. The black breath rushed towards the retreating crowd along this main road, and the iron-clad vehicles were actually swept to both sides.
The car flipped up, as if making way for a huge machine. Mo Fan turned his head and found that the dark breath was rolling hundreds of meters towards him. His expression suddenly changed.
Flesh mound corpse minister! !
It’s the dark breath of the Flesh Mound Corpse Minister! !
Damn it, didn't those two high-level mages control it? ?
The warrior-level undead are already harvesting lives in the crowd like harvesters. If a commander-level creature breaks through, not only the hundreds of people who have not yet crossed the street will die, but those who have already arrived at the pedestrian street will not survive. .
Mo Fan felt the hairs on his body stand up when he thought that this flesh-mound corpse minister would swallow all these people into his stomach and turn them into skeletons! !
"Shadow Mage, evacuate the crowd quickly, the two of us are entangled, and the zombie is going to kill everyone!!" Zuo Feng's spiritual voice came over, with infinite self-blame and fear in his voice.
"Damn it, you shouldn't have let your companion leave." Mo Fan yelled.
"If this news is not conveyed back, more people will die!" Zuo Feng said.
"It's coming!" Mo Fan shouted.
The dark breath swept to a place about fifty meters away from the crowd of people and then stopped. The Flesh Mound Corpse Minister obviously did not use this power to attack the crowd, but just swept away the vehicles blocking the front.
Sure enough, the flesh-mound corpse minister moved his powerful hind limbs, and his body was fat and fat. However, this guy moved forward in a leaping style. He did not jump once for fifty or sixty meters. In just a few hundred meters, he jumped Arrived in no time!
"Run quickly, don't make meaningless sacrifices!" Guard mage Zuo Feng was chasing after him. Unfortunately, he could not cast any effective magic to stop the flesh-mound corpse minister's pace of destruction.
"Boom!!!"
"Boom!!!!"
Every time the Flesh Mound Corpse Minister took a step, the entire street and the buildings on both sides shook violently.
With this size and the ability to bounce, Mo Fan felt like a mountain was crashing towards him at the speed of a sports car. Especially when he saw the terrifying visual impact when the body that almost filled the entire main road approached, his heart beat rapidly!
escape!
This is the only thought in Mo Fan's mind.
This kind of creature is simply not something Mo Fan can stop now!
However, there were three to four hundred people on the street.
The Flesh Mound Corpse Minister can devour hundreds of people in one bite. With another breath of darkness, he can kill another hundred people. The remaining 600 people are simply not enough for the Flesh Mound Corpse Minister to kill! !
"Escape, living is better than anything else, don't hesitate, run away!" Zuo Feng shouted at Mo Fan with the voice of his mind.
After death, there is nothing left. Zuo Feng knows that he bears a huge responsibility this time, but he does not want these mages who have conscience to send the crowd to die together.
The mages are most likely to survive if they escape now. The target of the Flesh Mound Corpse Minister is the crowd. It wants to turn all 700 people into its army of skeletons. The mages cannot be buried with them!
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The healing boy looked at the flesh-mound zombie jumping not far away with a horrified face, and he was already despairing in his heart.
Can humans contend with such undead creatures? ?
The powerful destructive power of the mage can't shake this guy's huge body! !
The crowd was in panic, they had already seen the corpse of the flesh mound.
With such a big body rolling over, no one would be able to miss it. Compared with this fleshy mound of zombies, the rotting corpses, evil spirits, and skeletons around him are not worth fearing. Facing the group of undead, people will still have the consciousness to escape. Facing the corpses of flesh mounds, their minds will go blank, and they will be so desperate that they feel that their tiny body is already dead.
The crowd stopped screaming and was dead silent.
Those on the periphery gave up resisting the rotting corpses, and their throats were bitten out in confusion and despair. At the last moment of their lives, there was still a trace of sad joy. Perhaps it would be much better to die this way instead of facing the mental torture that would follow. And the ultimate misery!
"Scream, scream, scream, you fucking know how to scream, you guards mages have such a famous name, why can't you do something that saves people's worries!!" The noise from Zuo Feng was all heard in his ears, and Mo Fan's anger suddenly burst out. .
"You...what did you say?" Guard Mage Zuo Feng was so stunned as he listened to Mo Fan's curse.
Zuo Feng did not use the voice of his mind. In fact, Mo Fan's roar was quite loud and could be heard from this distance.
Mo Fan ignored Zuo Feng. When the roar sounded, the little Flame Fairy had already emerged from its contract space. This sympathetic little cotton-padded jacket had already understood the anger in his father's heart!
"Possessed!"
Mo Fan gave the order.
Although Little Flame Fairy was tired, she still ignited the fire of heavenly calamity all over her body, and with this raging fire, she crashed directly into Mo Fan's chest.
"Puff puff puff puff~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"
Immediately, the heavenly calamity fire exploded from Mo Fan's body, so violently that thousands of flame tongues danced wildly at the same time.
Mo Fan, whose body was burning with wild fire, closed his eyes at this moment.
His thoughts entered the world of Little Loach Pendant like lightning.
The newly condensed essence was taken out by Mo Fan and transported to the fire nebula in the spiritual world as quickly as possible.
The fire nebula is a little dim due to the lack of magic energy, but the 48 stars have become crystal clear after being strengthened with essence!
As Mo Fan poured his essence into the last star, a layer of fire-colored aurora suddenly surged across the entire nebula. It was gorgeous and colorful. The entire 49 stars were all bright red, rotating with the most fascinating fire. force!
In the spiritual world, all 49 stars burned violently...
Outside the body, Mo Fan was set off by the flying flames as wildly as a flame demon. He grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and the flame energy on his right wrist was so surging that it was about to rush out of his body at any time! ! ! !
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