This is a fear that comes from the soul.
This is what is on the mind of every combatant.
This battle will be a tough one!
"Don't worry!"
At this moment, Zhao Qingcheng was sitting at the rear and shouted in a deep voice.
Zhao Qingcheng was still looking for Su Xiaofeng before, and he wanted to know who he was.
However, this time, it encountered a higher difficulty.
It immediately brought him back to his senses.
Zhao Qingcheng, who was always belligerent, felt that every cell in his body was excited.
A prerequisite for becoming a backup force is to independently respond to a disaster-level incident.
Zhao Qingcheng had previously solved a difficult (dangerous) case on his own. Since then, he has become famous at the headquarters and entered the reserve team.
Since then, he has been looking for higher goals, but never found the right opportunity.
"On the 19th, the situation has changed. Do you want to request support immediately?"
The assistant next to him also looked anxious, and even took out a walkie-talkie.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Qingcheng actually retorted:
"What do you call it? I can do it by myself!"
What's the point of being in danger?
Zhao Qingcheng felt that it would be more difficult in this case.
He wanted to give the senior management a warning and let them know how strong he was now.
And once he gets the inheritance of that ghost object, he may be able to go one step further and enter L8 and Sequence Ten.
After this battle,
No one thinks that he is the weakest.
As for Amelia Su, he is just a puppy, and he dares to provoke him.
The assistant felt even more anxious when he saw Zhao Qingcheng like this.
Disasters are medium dangers, but they are far more dangerous than low-level dangers.
The gap is really too big.
Once you are careless, it will be unthinkable.
The assistant warned again anxiously:
"Nineteen, you have to think clearly."
"According to the regulations of the headquarters, at least three members of L7 level or above must be involved in a disaster-level intermediate hazard, and at least one of these three people must be a member of Sequence 15."
The assistant's words undoubtedly angered Zhao Qingcheng.
He looked gloomily, turned his head to look at his assistant, and said in a deep voice:
"Do not you trust me?"
"I did not mean that."
"If you don't believe it, don't say it!"
Zhao Qingcheng curled his lips and once again moved his gaze to the black mist in front of him.
boom! boom! boom!
The ground shook more violently.
Finally, a figure came out of the fog.
It is more than three meters high.
He was wearing broken armor and holding a spear in his hand. His whole body was covered with decayed muscles, and bones were already exposed in some places.
A chilling aura of death spread from his body,
It was as if the surrounding space was burning, with streams of black smoke rising out.
That's the real Yin soldier!
He came from hell, borrowed the path from the earth, and came to the earth.
However, this is just the beginning.
As soon as this soldier appeared,
A huge black shadow emerged from the black mist.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, ghost soldiers came out of the black mist.
There were soldiers with longbows.
An executioner with two axes.
There are also eight-meter-high ghost knights riding bone horses.
The most terrifying thing is that these behemoths are more than ten meters tall.
I don’t know what these carriages are made of, and they are covered with sharp barbs.
On both sides of the chariot, there were densely packed archers.
In the center, a giant drum made of human skin stood.
A giant with a height of more than ten meters, long fangs, and a burly build was beating the war drum.
As the drums sounded, the cement bricks scattered on the tank began to vibrate.
Obviously, it was this terrifying giant tank that collapsed the entire building!
An army from hell.
It's chilling.
High in the air.
The host of the live broadcast was so frightened that he even dropped the microphone in his hand to the ground.
"What the hell is this a ghost soldier??"
"Holy shit, holy shit!"
"Fuck, my hands are shaking when I type on the keyboard."
"The Lord of Hell is coming? This is too exaggerated!"
"The Dark Army, at two o'clock tonight, the world will shine."
"Come on this!"
"Don't they want to make way? Why should they make way? They have no power to fight back..."
"Fuck you, sir. If I go, will this road destroy several cities?"
"Oh no, no, no, I just ran from Anning City to Binhai, and the beach doesn't seem that peaceful either."
The netizens who had just applauded the human race's luxurious lineup were now so shocked that they were speechless.
Originally, everyone thought that this was just an ordinary battle.
This is something no one expected.
Only Su Xiaofeng understood that this army was the real appetizer.
After all, the last big boss hasn't appeared yet.
"Open the barrier!"
Su Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes, refreshed his mind, and released his mental power.
The next moment, he condensed his domain together and turned it into a straight line, passing through the space of several miles and entering the mist.
In just one second, Su Xiaofeng sensed the personal strength of this Netherworld Army and the aura they exuded.
He put away his territory and did not look back. Instead, he gave a reminder in the direction of Binhai City:
"Everyone, be careful. Every ghost soldier has a 'fatal' level of power."
"These ghost riders are all dangerous."
"Also, everyone should stay away. If you get close, retreat immediately!"
Everyone nodded nervously.
Yuan Falcon swallowed slowly and said in a hoarse voice: "Sir Su, what level are these tanks?"
Su Xiaofeng took out a box of chewing gum, put it in her mouth, and started chewing.
As he spoke, he pointed at the huge carriage in the distance.
"Did you see the drumsticks on the car?"
"I saw it."
"This big guy is a calamity-level monster."
Su Xiaofeng said briefly.
This scene made everyone in the audience feel a chill.
Whole body paralysis!
Are these war drums a source of disaster?
Three tanks rushed towards them like a mountain.
Everyone felt numb all over.
In comparison, the ghosts they had encountered before were nothing but insignificant.
Only Su Xiaofeng was still standing there, moving his hands and feet, preparing to move his muscles and bones.
"Everyone is ready to fight. Don't worry, your first goal is to eliminate the minions I left behind. I will take care of the rest."
After speaking, Su Xiaofeng looked at Chen Luoluo.
"Luoluo, are you good at swordsmanship?"
"Uh-huh!"
Chen Luoluo said "hmm".
Under Su Xiaofeng's guidance, she saw a lot of things.
